Misty Autumn Morning

I have never heard a stag roar before - today I did. In the misty woodland behind Powys Castle the bracken and leaves providing the correct background colours a gutteral sound that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, faintly at first but then as they came into view it became unmistakable.

Can anybody else see two faces in these trees or is it just me?








Meanwhile back at the ranch the puppies are eight weeks old and are all destined for loving homes, all relatively local, some will be working dogs, some will be much loved pets and that is definitely the end of puppies in this household - NEVER AGAIN! Skye is already booked in at the vets for an operation that will stop her cavorting with the boy next door in future despite the fact that she has been a model mother and has even enjoyed her pups - visibly smiling with pride from day one and still insisting on feeding the eleven pound monsters eight weeks later. She has to steel herself to get into the run with them, walking backwards and forwards across the lawn before she jumps down into the run and is immediately overwhelmed by seven hooligans.

















This is Lola - she's a showgirl - everybody start singing now...........








The first three go off to their new homes tomorrow so the dog whisperer thought he had better see if he still had the touch ............