Watching the
wild goats can get a bit obsessive and I think they might feel the same about
watching the human. In recent days I have snuck up on them with Molly (our dog)
restrained by a shepherd’s crook through the collar; in the absence of a lead
it’s quite effective, but she wriggles and fights against it.
In each of
the last two days I have trusted her without any restraint and she has stayed
by my side for up to half an hour as we watch and I film and photograph the
goats. But today’s session came to an abrupt end when an overweight black Labrador
ran at the gang of goats and they disappeared down the steep cliff.
I shouted at
the dog and pretty soon another voice mingled with mine: ‘Henry! Henry! Come
here Henry!’ Eventually the dog returned to its master. That moment of peace and
quiet was shattered.
In the film
below I left the camera running as I intervened to stop the Labrador pursuing
the goats. Mine was not an elegant speech, so I’ve edited it out.
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