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| The ragondan stream |
This afternoon we took a warm and sunny wander along the lanes, the birds were singing, the butterflies were busy in the flowering hedgerows and when we stopped for Mini to have a paddle in the stream, a ragondan ducked underwater and out of sight.
Back on the track, with Mini hugging the shade from the trees, a rustle in the ripened wheat field alerted her, and with ears pricked up she turned toward the noise.
We stood and watched as the head of a deer appeared from the wheat, hoping to dart unnoticed across the path, but startled as he saw us, he spun and disappeared.
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| A deer in the wheat |
Mini could resist no longer and with all her 24kgs of muscle, she charged towards the field until she reached the end of her lead. My shoulders were strained in their sockets, my feet were dragged along the ground, but the deer was safe and very soon, peace and calm returned to our walk.
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