Wiggle was asleep again, squished in between Sofy and me:
Sofy decided she liked the pillow next to mine, so got herself comfy:
After a while though, the fidgeting of my bed-guests made it clear that I wasn't going to get back to sleep, so we got up again and went across to the field. We'd had a frost overnight and it was still cold in the field, just as it was getting light:
Sniffing the chilly smells:
The camera batteries ran out just after Wiggle took his ball, off across the field...