Mrs. Jingle
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I have just been down the yard to sort out the herdlet. I was walking my mare in and suddenly a huge shadow flew over us, she panicked and went up in the air and went to gallop off. Remembering that 2 years ago trying to hang on in a similar gateway scenario knocked me clean out and has cost me my mobility and not a great chance of riding again, I am ashamed to say I just threw the rope over her back and let her go. My bad! ?
Anyway, I digress. In the meantime above my head in a huge old beech tree, it sounded like the banshee herself had come for me. I saw the very large (not even sure what it was to be honest) bird of prey swoop down to the ground with a small bird in its claws. It was clawing and pecking away at it, the poor little bird was screeching in terror as it was being torn apart. ? I rushed at it and stamped my foot (I know useless thing to try and do anything to stop nature from doing its thing) but it flew straight off with the poor little bird flapping and screeching.
The two donkeys just stood and watched this all totally unphased, it took me 20 minutes to calm Dolly down enough to catch her and bring her in, snorting and rolling her eyes like the damn bird had tried to take off with her, not the poor little birdie. I think I am getting soft I found it very distressing and it shook me a bit, I would never normally find anything like this that distressing. I wonder is it an indicator of my fragile emotional well being this past few weeks?
Sorry pretty pointless post, but I love living in such an isolated area and very close up with nature and not the first kill I have witnessed but all a bit too close for my liking today!
Anyway, I digress. In the meantime above my head in a huge old beech tree, it sounded like the banshee herself had come for me. I saw the very large (not even sure what it was to be honest) bird of prey swoop down to the ground with a small bird in its claws. It was clawing and pecking away at it, the poor little bird was screeching in terror as it was being torn apart. ? I rushed at it and stamped my foot (I know useless thing to try and do anything to stop nature from doing its thing) but it flew straight off with the poor little bird flapping and screeching.
The two donkeys just stood and watched this all totally unphased, it took me 20 minutes to calm Dolly down enough to catch her and bring her in, snorting and rolling her eyes like the damn bird had tried to take off with her, not the poor little birdie. I think I am getting soft I found it very distressing and it shook me a bit, I would never normally find anything like this that distressing. I wonder is it an indicator of my fragile emotional well being this past few weeks?
Sorry pretty pointless post, but I love living in such an isolated area and very close up with nature and not the first kill I have witnessed but all a bit too close for my liking today!