It came into the ditch opposite the hide and seemed to be having a drink then in it went with the grace of Tom Daley, NOT, splashed around in the muddy water then managed to get up onto the fence where it started pruning and cleaning itself, I was going to lend it my hair dryer and GHDs (ask your wife if you don't know what they are) but I had brought the wrong bag.
It then flew off to join its pals who were sitting on the bank probably p***ing themselves laughing and talking behind its back
ps. Spotted this beauty yesterday morning under the Swing Bridge in Newcastle
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