Crows and murder most fowl

Okay Doggers, I'm a bird dog. That's pretty normal. But when a dog bird comes along it just gets weird...

So this past Tuesday I was out for an early morning run with my Monkey and aunty Martina. It wasn't too hot so I managed to keep up with minimal puffing and panting.

I was lucky enough to be allowed a few minutes of rabbiting by Jericho after the run, which suited me fine. I locked on to a big black rabbit and was stealthily moving in on it when this crow starts kicking up a fuss and doing repeated fly bys!

Now a fly by or two is old hat for us bird dogs, but this crow was getting physical with me! Every few passes it would clip my hips and bump me, but I was focused man.

I couldn't let it get to me.

I was a hunter.

I was in The Zone...

I soldiered on under fire, glancing off medical attention. Focused. Ready. A stalking machine.

All for another damn plastic bag...

The Gaffer