A Bit More

OK, so the Chough hunt was a bust, its blazingly sunny and blowing a hoolie but too late to go up on't Moor. Time for an amble with the Folks. And a certain Little Black Dog, of course...

In the bits of Haldon not blown sideways by the wind, there were singing Willow Warblers, Chiffchaffs, and Siskin, with a getting-blown-away-when-it-tried-to-parachute Tripit. Closer to, along a sheltered ride we met female Broad-bodied Chaser, Beautiful Demoiselle, and Large Red Damselfly. The Chaser sat and posed very nicely for us at comfy close bin range, which was great - once she found a perch she liked, that is.

Tillykaratne likes Haldon a lot, as there are deery smells everywhere. She gets really excited, following scents off to one side of the path and standing in her best pointer pose, then giving a little yip! as she turns back to race on to the next one. Quite often this means she misses actual deer, which frequently just stand still and stare at us going by while Tilbury is too busy to look up and see them...


Changing tack, I'm sure there's something else I was meaning to blog about. Can't remember it. Drat.




Alzheimer's not infectious? Bullshit...