One long blast of the whistle and two short.
That is how to get Blue to return immediately.
But he never left my side when I took him for a long walk this afternoon
in the stunning landscape of Little Gransden.
Through endless fields of soft greys and pale yellows,
Blue romped free, stopped to sniff, eat a bit of manure here and there,
and otherwise enjoy a needed break from his working life.
When we got back, he stretched his long body upside down
by the heater, content for now.
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