Well, the police went to find the mist net that I found on Monday, and to hopefully catch the poacher who put it there. It was gone. Why? Somebody may have seen us snooping around on Monday. They may have tipped the poacher off. It’s that kind of community. All that remained was a cord that had been used to tie the net to a tree. Which I now have as a souvenir.
While the police were chasing sneaky, invisible crooks, a colleague and I were exploring a new area. We found no evidence of any evil activities, but we managed to free a trapped horse!
Yeah. Of no, not trapped in a bird trap… This old fella had fallen down a bank and got himself well and truly stuck between the bank and barbed wire fencing. He was old, weak, blind in one eye and hideously bony. I coaxed him forward with yummy fresh leaves, while Leander lifted the barbed wire and patted his bony butt to move him forward. Once free he immediately got on with the business of eating. Making up for lost time. What satisfaction we felt. Who knows how long he’d been stuck there!
An afternoon of exploring more new areas. Of creeping about. Sometimes unfortunately being seen and sometimes not. On a path we came across a young man with his dog. The dog was nervous and refused to come forward and sniff my hand. A happy dog can never resist a hand to sniff. The dog also happened to have blood on her. Not her own. And the young man? Well his right hand was holding something hidden in his hoody front pocket. Something definitely passerine size. We searched high and low for where he’d come from. Determined to catch this vile human creature and his torture traps. We failed. Frustrated.
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