Radars

The ears are rarely down on our walks.  On the lookout for crows, pigeons, cats, squirrels, 
in fact anything that moves.

Walks are becoming calmer.  Not so much rearing up at squirrels but still loud bleating from frustration.  But anyone hearing it would believe he's in absolute pain.

He frequently sticks his nose over low walls often to be confronted by a bemused gardener kneeling on the other side or through the spaces in picket fences to be greeted by the occupant. 

He has been found a couple of times cosily ensconced on my bed and looking slightly guilty, getting off when requested.  Worth a try Kyro, eh!

Pleasant evening everyone.