Two male pheasants on this morning's walk, burst from the undergrowth and flew onto a low branch with raucous cackles.
The Shep gave a half second glance and strutted away with dignity (he's smart enough to know he can't get them). The Lurcher stared with burning rage for 20 seconds (he'd have got one if they hadn't flown). The three terriers careered round and round the bottom of the tree until dragged away, screaming with frenzied excitement and blood-lust.
Any other birds and these same dogs are deaf and blind. What is it about pheasants, I wonder?
25-Mar-2014 16:21:21