Captain Midnight here with news from abroad.
It’s holiday time and Themselves have taken me with them on their travels.
We’ve just had a few days in a cabin by the water in Holland. We went out in a motorboat but it was a bit choppy on the lake and Himself turned back because he said I wouldn’t like it. What a wimp! We slept in Rosie the camper van last night (which is my personal favourite as I can keep a close eye on what They get up to) and this morning we’re visiting Herself’s brother in a village called Bunnik.
I’m looking out of the window across open fields and suddenly…
Bang! Bang!
Two men, letting off potshots. I see a Canada Goose go down on the far side of the field. Then a black Labrador runs right across the field, picks up the dead goose and takes it back to the men with the guns. Himself says it’s called retrieving and that it’s much more difficult than running after a tennis ball, though I’ve never seen him do either so what does he know?
It did actually look like fun. Even so, I can’t say I approve of goose murdering.
Did you know that Canada Geese mate for life?
Given half a chance.
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