The six o'clock scurry

We noticed very soon after moving to Coneysthorpe, that Spring is a season of great amusement. The lambs are hilarious. We don't have pre-dinner Pimms in the country, oh no, we have the six o'clock scurry. It is impossible to capture the mad rushing around the paddock. It starts off sedate and innocent and then all you see is a blur accompanied by bellowing bleating for about 20 minutes. We can almost time our evening meal by the commencement of these japes. Here is the Crazy Quintet.