One of the ducks disappeared a few weeks ago. I cam across her wing on the hard frozen ground this morning.
My guess is a fox did it.
Posted in birds, tagged domestic duck, domestic mallard, ducks on November 24, 2013|
One of the ducks disappeared a few weeks ago. I cam across her wing on the hard frozen ground this morning.
My guess is a fox did it.
Posted in evolution, tagged evolution, Happy Thanksgiving, turkey on November 24, 2013| 1 Comment »
Posted in Absolute Piffle, tagged Brussels Griffon, Petit Brabançon on November 24, 2013| 6 Comments »
These dogs, which are obviously part Martian, are escaping from their enclosure!
Who knows what kind of horrors have been unleashed!
Posted in wildlife, tagged white-tailed deer on November 24, 2013|
Trail cam video!
Posted in working dogs, working retrievers, tagged duck hunting, wildfowling on November 24, 2013| 1 Comment »
This is near where ping-pong expert Boris Johnson wants to build another airport for London:
Posted in wildlife, tagged white-tailed deer on November 24, 2013|
Posted in golden retriever, Miley, tagged golden retriever on November 21, 2013| 1 Comment »
Posted in working dogs, tagged buckhounds, deer hunting, Duke of Westminster, George Stubbs, staghounds, The Grosvenor Hunt on November 21, 2013| 4 Comments »
This is probably George Stubbs’s most famous painting.
It is an old-fashioned English deer hunt with hounds, a sport that was largely replaced with mounted fox hunts.
This painting also goes a long way to describing what often happened at rural West Virginia foxhounds trials that my grandfather attended. It was not unusual for a large section of the dogs released to take off after a deer and kill it, while their sucker counterparts took off after a red fox that they’d never catch.
This painting done at the Grosvenor family estate called Eaton in Cheshire. The Grosvenors became one of the largest landowning families in England, and their current descendant, the 6th Duke of Westminster, is the richest British-born person.
Hunting in deer parks in the eighteenth century was a rich man’s game, but this was also the heyday of the poacher. These wealthy landowners didn’t spend all their time on one estate, and they simply couldn’t police it all. The rural poor, whose families had often been driven off the land, poached deer for their own tables, and those with a more entrepreneurial bend would sell the venison to butchers. Indeed, at this time, there was as strong connection between butchers and poachers, who were essentially thriving in a black market economy.
Posted in golden retriever, Miley, tagged golden retriever on November 20, 2013|