labradors & their stomachs

Gordon has been sick. Violently sick. Everywhere. In his kennel. In the veranda. On the drive. This morning, you see, Gordon caught a rabbit. Not a huge bunny, but just the right size for a quick snack. Gordon, l should tell you, is definitely not the best connie catcher. If the truth were know, he is very amateur in his rabbit snuffling exercises. He shows great enthusiasm but doesn't exactly race after the little blighters. Too much effort most likely. Well, this morning, b*** h**, whilst casing out a clump of particularly thick, tall grasses, what should literally leap into his mouth but a rabbit.

Poor Gordon, was just so shocked! Lucy-Piglet is an expert rabbit snaffler, dispatching fluffy bunnies with consummate ease. l would go as far as to say, an expert in the field of the one dog rabbit extermination team. Gordon on the other hand, is, well, a bit of a wet blanket. 'Ooo Ooo, l have a rabbit, what do l do next?'. And so it was this morning. He, ever so gently, marched about with rapidly expiring rabbit, unable to decide what to do next. Lucy-Piglet had definite ideas about that, but Gordon hung on to his prize, just keeping far enough ahead to prevent Lucy-Piglet snatching his new found friend from him.

OK, l am coming to the sickee bit.

l managed to persuade Gordon that it might, perhaps, be a sensible idea to leave the booty rabbit behind for some hungry predator to finish off for breakfast. Thankfully, Gordon agreed to this, leaving the stiff lying on the farm track.

That was a close call, as there is nothing quite as bad as prising dead things from labradors mouths.

Unfortunately, my well laid plans went out the window. This afternoon we had a group of younger employees, who incidentally love it here so much that they come on their days off, kindly volunteering to take said dogs down for a walk to the beach. To avoid the poop n scoop footpath, they opted for the farm track. Yes. The rabbit. It was still there. Gordon gleefully ran straight to the corpse of his new best friend & decided to show him the farm, the beach, the sea, then the inside of his stomach the contents of which have now been spewed up just about everywhere!

And now for something completely different.

This photo was taken today looking across one of the new lakes in the east riding towards St Elgins church in North Frodingham.

Under the water is a field of wheat.