Well,if hunting with dogs is illegal - what about hunting with cats?????
We were just coming back from the girls' walk this morning - a lovely autumnal morning with the mist about 2 ft off the field, and both Loki & Vinnie had really had a good run - both stretching out well - when we heard an odd noise- something like a a cross between a high-noted chainsaw starting up and a pheasant's alarm call. We both wondered what it was, then it stoped. As we put the girls into the run, it started again - just on the other side of the fence.
I went out of the garden, round the back onto the golf course and saw it! There, crouched low on the path was Miss Tabsy Fudge, (young tabby persian) and on the edge of the bunker was ..... a Peahen!!!!
Tabsy was most annoyed at being picked up - obviously she was out to get a take-away breakfast for the moggie mob!
Goodness only knows where the peahen came from - I'm just hoping that it hasn't been "dumped" on the golfcourse by someone who hasn't liked the noise they make during the mating season, and that its mate has also been dumped

It's noisy enough round here at night with the owls!!!
Margot