To Lie Low

On Monday night I received word from a friend that it was planned that someone would come out early on Tuesday morning to shoot the lovely geese that are presently frequenting the field next to my house and have given such joy. The more so when I have had to crawl through the mud on hands and knees in order to get a half decent blip.

Those that know me would know that I would be up for the challenge. Indeed at between the hours of six and eight this morning I was completing regular patrols across the field in order to scare the geese away.

I think I might have succeeded because by first light there was not a sign of a goose anywhere. The bonus was the sun rise. Unbeknown to me this was the last of the day that I would be able to call mine.