Oh, God, I can picture the scene now as dawn gently tinges the Somerset skyline, and our forum's South-western racehorse breeder awakes to her avian alarm clock: "GOOD MORNING! GOOOOD MORNING! Julie-Julie-Julie! Wakey-wakey! Coffee time for Polly! Coffee time for Polly!" And then, the walk with the dogs to the barns, with a squawking bunch of feathers clinging tightly to one shoulder, pirate fashion, its claws digging deep into the Barbour... well, the good thing is that there's a healthy flock of buzzards nearby, should things become as unbearable as I think they might... norty