We went down to the lake and saw Sam the dozy looking English shephard mix nosing around the water, upsetting the swans. The swans were hissing and spitting. His owners were concerned - as well they might have been - a swan can break you arm with one beat of its mighty wing. They kept calling "Sam, Sam" - but in a nice sweet way. Sam ignored them and the swans.
These swans were mighty upset with Sam.
Then we walked past a big open field of dry bracken. I didn't really notice anything special about it at first, but then the Vol-in-Law pointed out that the field was full of deer. They are about the same color as the bracken and only their antlers were poking over the top of the dead vegetation.
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