Goatish

Every time Granny goes down on her land these days, the two big goats and one little bleat at her. That's because they know you now and see you as one of their herd, explains Beloved.

What a very romantic fellow he is. His Beloved is no Red Red Rose, let alone a Summer's Day - admittedly that would be pushing it: she is - wait for it - a NANNY GOAT.