Well, my plan to be more regular with my drawing this year was made with the best of intentions, but it didn't take into account an absolutely savage respiratory virus that flattened me on Easter weekend and is only now going away. Bah.
Anyway...
Down on the Tiny Chumps Farm, spring has finally sprung! Jeremy can hardly move for lambs, piglets and calves. Meanwhile, Richard's farm work has been interrupted by a goat butting in, and James has well and truly put his foot in it - and his customary exclamation seems to have attracted the attention of a cheeky cockerel. Still, at least he found a smock in his favourite colours!