The Summer time came in over the weekend. Spring forward; Fall back, a good and useful saw even if none ever speaks of Fall for Autumn. It’s just one of those words that has you lifting your chin while narrowing your eyes to the mouth forming an Ohhhhh.
To the ear of these islands it is like a bell clang in the middle of a drum tattoo. Ride is another, which has a different meaning entirely on this side of the Atlantic. Especially these days when even fewer mount a Nag.
Anyhow back to the point, the Hour Change. The normal run of things of a morning dans Chez Vince has me writing on this thing until the Hound inserts herself , first with a head on my knee, escalating to the situation where one morning she was sitting on my lap with me typing around her. But normally by the time she arrives I’m more that happy to get some fresh air.
These mornings we have all the Wild Yellows. Primrose, Tuberous Buttercup and the like. And there is even a slight greening of the grass pushing it to Olive from Brown. This morning is very different though, the rain has arrived turning the place into a quagmire which gave a good workout for man and Hound. But a head down sort of day. Not a day for a Camera. Idiot.
On turning through a gate I heard a crash down in the river, looked up just quick enough to catch the flash of a Roe Deers rump vanishing up the riverbed. The dog has not seen it but had heard it below her and took off to plunge into the river a few hundred yards up stream at a point where I thought she was behind. Imagine my consternation when the sound of the plunging through the water reversed and was coming back to me.
Two Deer appeared into the opening running at full tilt, or as full a tilt as running in water will allow. A doe with a pair of two foot long antlers and a calf, both to disappear over the bank before the Hound had rounded the bend.
Now my Hound is picky about what she will chase, Pigeons are her favorite and somehow she caught one last year. Next it’s Snipe, small fast birds where she has no hope of ever catching. Cats, but only because she has taken umbrage when she was savaged when all she was doing was playing. But Rabbits, No, they could romp around her. Why she decided to chase the deer I have no clue. But I’m as proud as punch.
I should have said that sighting Deer in the wild in Ireland is very rare. This was my first time outside of a National Park.