regolith
Well-known member
When I go to fetch the cows for evening milking from the top of the farm I take with me: one 4WD ATV, one sleeping bag, warm clothes, snacks, one faithful canine companion, torch (because even if it was daylight, it could be dark by the time they reach the cowshed) but anyway, I digress...
So this evening just after dark I was on my way to get the cows and the bike lights illuminated a rabbit darting under the fence. Of course the dog saw it too. Well the rabbit must have doubled back because a fraction of a minute later they were both heading straight for the bike - I was doing 25K/hour and my attempt to slow down and avoid was met by the dog changing direction, a big thump on the front wheel and a smaller bump on the back wheel.
I flicked the torch (flashlight?) on and picked out my dog. He was all right. I wasn't
I'd just run over my dog and I didn't know whether to yell at him or kick him, so I did neither and he jumped onto the back of the bike and we went for the cows.
Much later, following the cows home I realised we'd reached the same spot again. There was a dead rabbit lying in the middle of the race.
The rabbit wasn't family :banana: :banana: :banana:
Suddenly the un-injured dog riding the back of the bike seems a little less miraculous.
I must have hit him though, I discovered later. He has a swollen, weepy eye, and a lump like you'd get from a hard knock on the head. He's still luckier than the rabbit.
So this evening just after dark I was on my way to get the cows and the bike lights illuminated a rabbit darting under the fence. Of course the dog saw it too. Well the rabbit must have doubled back because a fraction of a minute later they were both heading straight for the bike - I was doing 25K/hour and my attempt to slow down and avoid was met by the dog changing direction, a big thump on the front wheel and a smaller bump on the back wheel.
I flicked the torch (flashlight?) on and picked out my dog. He was all right. I wasn't
I'd just run over my dog and I didn't know whether to yell at him or kick him, so I did neither and he jumped onto the back of the bike and we went for the cows.Much later, following the cows home I realised we'd reached the same spot again. There was a dead rabbit lying in the middle of the race.
The rabbit wasn't family :banana: :banana: :banana:
Suddenly the un-injured dog riding the back of the bike seems a little less miraculous.
I must have hit him though, I discovered later. He has a swollen, weepy eye, and a lump like you'd get from a hard knock on the head. He's still luckier than the rabbit.
