Photo-a-Day (Friday, 10th August, 2018)
I counted 32 dogs pulling there owners under the bridge on this video.
When wandering in the leafy woods
The rambler often sees
The remains of Fido's dinner
Swinging in the trees
Woof Woof DTease and well expressed. This activity is bordering on mental illness.
I faced this breed upon my lawn, not many years' ago
It held its nerve as I did mine, then scorned 'Please, doggy go!'.
So armed with 'Innes, compost clean, my pansies all but fed
I gently threw it all-around, that walleyed husky's dread.
It bolted clear - like Frankel wild -, its menace fairly cussed
And then I filled the feeders, high, returning 'finches puffed.
Kirkless Hall Inn. Mick.
A brief moment beautifully told Philip.
I think everyone's experienced such an encounter, mine most recently with a bull on the banks of the Lune.
Stymied by a bull on the banks of the Lune, Poet! By Jove, ... can I press you for a brief resume, please?
Now from a distance Philip,a bull looks much like a cow and walkers on the riverside path near Hornby are generally not too disconcerted to see one obstructing the approaching stile.
Of course as reality dawns and Daisy slowly morphs into Atilla the Killer a chaps resolve can become tested.
I must confess a chilly terror rooted me to the spot. Yet there was no way back because I felt a sudden retreat would bring the beast charging toward me. With more fear than courage I bellowed a rebel yell and mercifully Atilla bolted enough to allow me to flit over the stile.
I confess I've never felt such relief. Walkers beware!
Intrepid Poet, absolutely intrepid!
And if your predicament had been captured on film I would have seen to it personally that Butterworth's 'Banks of Green Willow - with footage of the shimmering Lune, and flickering woodland canopies -, would have been included, in exaltation of your said stance, and continued journey. Thanks.