I was outside this morning and looked over to see George lying down in the field.
I went in and gingerly sat down close to him.
He didn't move so I crept closer until I was sitting by his head.
After a while he stretched out flat and grunted for a few minutes. He lifted his head,
and then stretched out flat again, his eyes closed, before finally getting up. Bridget was standing close by, also in a tranquil mood.