On Sunday’s dog-walk, it was one of those perfect days. A temperature of 21C (70F) made even more pleasant by a gentle easterly breeze, just enough to move the long grass.
With 90% of the area now dry ground, and no need for boots, Ollie and I made a few tours of Beetley Meadows, then twice around Hoe Rough. He only went into the river once to drink, and didn’t seem to be feeling the heat at all.
The whole area was unusually quiet, leading me to suspect that most people had headed to the nearby coastal resorts, or decided to have family time and barbecues in their gardens.
When we got back and started to head for the woodland area, I saw some other dog walkers. A family with a small poodle cross, and a man with a terrier. Then in the middle of the widest path, bold as brass, we all saw a young deer, nibbling happily at something by the edge. It had long, spindly legs and big eyes that made me think of Disney’s Bambi. It surely had no idea about where it was, and showed no fear of me as I approached.
But then all three dogs spotted it, and the hunt was on!
Although the dogs didn’t know each other, pack mentality took over, and they rushed off together barking, yapping, and yelping.
Fortunately for the juvenile deer, instinct kicked in, and it took off bounding gracefully, easily outstripping the three dogs as it jumped the three-bar fence back into the woodland.
We were left with three frustrated and panting dogs, who had participated in a very short and fruitless hunt.
I am so glad that nothing happened to the deer.
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They are never fast enough to catch a deer, Irene. But they enjoy the chase.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Iβm glad Bambi escaped the three dogs.
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It was always going to, Jennie. As long as there were no Greyhounds. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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The hunt for the elusive deer who bounded away may have been a bit frustrating from the human standpoint but it sounds like the dogs had a wonderful time of comradery and adventure. It is stories like these that make me feel sometimes like to be a dog at the hands of a loving master might be a marvelous thing.
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Thanks, John. The life of a dog can be very good, as long it has a caring family. Sadly, so many dogs are left alone for hours, walked for five minutes, and then more or less ignored. I often wonder why many people get them in the first place.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Some people get them for prestiege — some for comfort in loneliness — some get them so they can have somebody else to abuse —
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The poor deer must have got a big fright, Pete. How lovely to have deer in your town.
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It’s only a small rural village, Robbie. The nearest town of any size is almost 4 miles south. We have a lot of deer at the moment, even more since the lockdowns. I saw three today, in a small woodland area. But Ollie was too hot to chase them. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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You painted the scene well, Pete. I can see the deer bounding along, leaving the three frustrated dogs in her wake.
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Thanks, Pete. It didn’t last long, but it was frantic. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Not so fruitless, as they did get proper exercise. π Warmest regards, Theo
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A very short exercise, but still worth taking. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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I’m relieved they didn’t catch up with the deer. I hate seeing dogs chase animals. BTW did you ever find out what happened to that blogging friend of yours – Michael was it?
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Michel, in Holland. He has never replied, and nobody knows anything about why he disappeared. It’s worrying.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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That is worrying. But I guess there is nothing else you can do if you don’t know any family member.
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I always love sighting deer around the neighborhood but they exasperate us when they wander uninvited into our backyard garden for lunch.
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The deer here are nervous of people generally, and would never enter any residential property, Geoff.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Phew, Bambi safe for another day
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I think only a Greyhound might catch it, and there were none around, fortunately.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Guess youβre right
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Lol That is the realization, of the legs that are too short. π Thank you for telling this funny experience, Pete! Have a nice afternoon, and evening. Michael
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You too, Michael. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thank you, Pete! xx
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(1) Because he’s so frisky, Bambi’s situation was not risky.
(2) He may look frail and effeminate, but Bambi is not namby-pamby.
(3) A beer chugging buddy of mine claims it takes six to make a pack.
(4) Deerly departed: Bambi lives!
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Well done, David. I was sensing a limerick for a moment! π
Best wishes, Pete.
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IΒ΄m glad Bambi got away unhurt. But IΒ΄m sure the dogs had a good time chasing him.
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It was a short and sweet chase, Darlene. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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I was rooting for Bambi to get away! Though I’m glad the dogs had fun with the chase. π
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They can rarely get close to a derr. Though perhaps a greyhound might.
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We have a lot of urban deer, wandering along the many wooded areas along rivers and streams, or in the parks. They will often venture into yards where people feed them, or to help themselves to the garden buffets.
They are beautiful creatures, and mesmerizing when you come across them and hold their gaze before they bound away.
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They don’t usually come near people or houses in this area, though they do that in some more urban areas in England. We think their recent boldness is because of the lack of human activity during lockdowns.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Another great Ollie adventure, and nice to hear that you are dry!
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Dry, warm, and sunny, John! We have just got back from Thetford Forest, after taking Ollie (and me) for a change of scene.
Best wishes, Pete.
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We have a lot of deer here, too many for the space available, sadly and there is a hunting season but of course it is not permitted on my land or any of the adjacent land, so I like to think we have a sort of sanctuary, but of course the deer don’t know about boundaries. All too often they get hit by cars which can be devastating. They are a joy to see, especially when they are young and frisky. But they can take off like a shot and that’s how I like it to be. With patience we could probably befriend them but they need to remain afraid of us. I think you have roe deer? Ours are white-tailed.
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We do have white-tailed, and Roe deer too. Also many Muntjac deer, which were imported, and have become numerous. Sadly, I hit and killed a large white-tailed doe with my car in 2019. It was really upsetting.
Best wishes, Pete.
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As long as Ollie still enjoys hunting so much, heβs old only in years, not in mind and body. β I am glad to hear the deer escaped so easily (and gracefully), though.
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I’m sure the deer will always escape, Themis. This might have been the closest one yet though. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Fingers crossed both the hunter and the hunted will continue to come out of the experience a happier animal than before! π
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All hunting instincts are wonderful…..I watch MoMo use a patch of weeds as cover as she silently approaches her prey…..chuq
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I love to see Ollie ‘being a dog’. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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For all it’s been sunny here over the weekend [hallelujah!], the easterly breeze has been very chilly, and the coast has had some sea fret to contend with, so not perfect, but definitely a lot better than of late! Cheers, Jon.
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That breeze was welcome here, but I can imagine it felt chilly on the coast that far north. I sat out in the garden during the early evening, and that started to feel ‘nippy’ by 6:30 pm.
Best wishes, Pete.
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That deer will be dining out on the story of how he escaped the three doggies! π
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I was worried, as the deer was so close to us. But they never had a chance of catching it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Close shave… a story to tell to his grandchildren about a “Wild dog chase”…
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Indi has to stay on the lead. She’d chase anything.
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Ollie’s hunting instinct is always a joy to see.
It reminds me he is a dog first, and a pet second.
Best wishes, Pete.
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