The morning walk became exciting...when I looked up from poo-picking and saw what I thought was a whippet we know, that had got out and gone for a wander.
- Not to worry, I thought. Rosie Roo is on the lead, and Brythen gets on with everyone.
Then my slow, coffee-deprived morning-mind made an observation.
- That's funny, it thought.
- That whippet has hooves. How unusual.
- That whippet is ... A ROE DEER!!!!
And then Brythen exploded into action and I lost him for about 20 minutes in the woods. I suppose it is kind of a win that he came back eventually and was not too exhausted and had not got heatstroke or Hyperacute exertional rhabdomyloysis (a heat-related condition to which greyhound-ish dogs, with their huge muscles and giant hearts, are particularly prone). And there was no sign of blood anywhere, so I don't think he can have caught the deer, PHEW - and he doesn't seem to have been kicked either. But that is NOT the kind of win we want more of.
This evening, we saw a tawny owl, some pheasants, a lot of rabbits, a lot of bats, and an absolutely adorable family of fluffy fox cubs. But we did not chase any of them. Possibly also some little Egrets, but they were Far Away.