Well, another night with no visit from the banshee.... She hasn't been swapped though - she was just lulling us into a false sense of security. She has now found that it's far more fun to run around the garden in the rain and hide in bushes when I try to get her to come inside. And strip the bushes of all leaves. And branches. And if that doesn't amuse her there's always the mud. Along one of the hedges there are a series of (when it hasn't been raining for days on end) dust baths which have been lovingly created by the chickens..... Well, Ellie thinks - oooh, I'll do an impression of a pig hunting truffles, then oooh I wonder if that root will pull out of the ground, then hmmmm, I'm tired, I think I'll just lie in here and have a roll around.... So dust bath is now mud bath.... 'golden' puppy is now black puppy....