There appears to be a family of feral cats living
around Church Lane. The two nearly grown kittens came remarkably close to look
me over this evening, while the mother (who has a very wild face) stayed back
and eyed me suspiciously.
Not so the four horses who have taken up residence
again in a field near the pub. They’re a friendly bunch who like to come over
and have their noses stroked. The only problem is the black cob with the huge
neck, who’s a bit of a bully and pushes the others out of the way so he can hog
the attention.
The only disturbing encounter was with a new black
lab that’s appeared in Bag Lane. It has bad body language, a defensively
aggressive temperament and an oddly feeble bark. I have the feeling it’s been
treated badly at some time.
2 comments:
You have such a deep appreciation for animals, Jeff. Far more than most humans do. All animals have that feral side to them if they haven't been totally domesticated and you appreciate it, except for those that are aggressive. I bet you'd write some great stories with animal protagonists.
I think it's because animals are unpretentious, Wendy. They just do what they do, and that endows them with a sort of honesty that you rarely find in ego-obsessed humans.
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