Chutney, our spaniel/collie cross, has had a great weekend.
The Saturday morning walk took us across the Dragon Field (explanation at some point), and a rustling from the tree-lined pit at the edge of the field had her diving in through the brambles at the edge. Usually she can find a pheasant or a rabbit in there, so it looked like routine stuff. Self and Holly the collie continued round the field, until just about to enter Jackson's Coppice through the back way, over the low strand of barbed wire.
At this point Chuts appeared, racing round the field in pursuit of four deer, ears flying. Holly and I stood and applauded as they did a couple of laps of the Dragon Field, then disappeared via Checkpoint Chuts in the direction of Malcom's spread.
Chuts re-appeared eventually, thankfully without a roe deer, and the walk continued wthout further incident.
On Sunday afternoon, however, as we walked down Ginger Lane, she dived into a hedge bottom, and prolonged squealing ensued as she murdered her umpteenth rabbit. It's not a good experience for the owner to stand by and listen while the squealing subsides, but once she's got her teeth in there's not much to be done.
She proudly trotted back to the house with her trophy, and bits have emerged as the days have gone on. What the milkman made of the rabbit head lying at his feet as he popped the milk-bottle in the hatch, who knows?
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