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Thursday, 18 March 2010
The Harsh Reality.
Yesterday morning (March 17th) I heard a terrible cry coming from the woods; it sounded like a large bird. I rushed outside and with the aid of my binoculars I spotted Oscar (the white dog) busying himself with some prey; they were about 200 metres from the house.
I grabbed my camera and walked 'briskly' to the spot; not knowing quite what to expect. I was amazed to find that Oscar had caught himself a Roe Deer.
Unfortunately he hadn't finished the job, so, having taken a couple of pictures I returned to fetch my 'priest' (it administers the last rites), and with a couple of shots made sure that it was dead.
Fresh venison doesn't come my way too often, so I phoned a friend. Sadly, he informed me that as it had been caught by a dog (especially an old slow-coach like Oscar) it was bound to have been previously either ill or wounded, and as such was not recommended for the pot.
I have just returned from dumping it deep in the woods. No doubt other creatures will feed off it for a while. As for me; it'll have to be pasta again.
Total Eclipse of the Blog
Hello, dear readers! Are you in the path of the eclipse? Did you buy the
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10 months ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 45 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), a Border Collie/Black Lab' cross called Bok, a cat called Freddie, plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!