Twolegs got such a fright the other day. He was wandering through one of the woods in the park. It was dense with young trees and quite dark. He had no idea that one of the uncles had taken up residence there to keep away from flies and, I expect, us lot. Anyway the gormless clot wanders along and when he is about a bull’s length away,
the uncle gives a great snort and shakes his horns. Well, Twolegs does not move that fast these days but he did this time, spun round and smack into a tree then off up the slope like a goat. We did chuckle when the uncle told us about this. Twolegs was seen going badly later on that day. That’ll teach him to mince about in our park with his head in the air.
Great weather here these days, the odd shower to keep the grass fresh, lots of sun. The leaves on the trees make a good snack now and then but I would not abandon the grass. Marvellous stuff grass, it would appear that the more we chew it the more it grows. Perhaps down under the ground there is a huge reservoir of grass being poked up through the soil. Long may it continue I say.
Wylde of Chillingham.