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Welcome to "Man with two dogs" - the family website for dog owners and dog walkers.
This is my countryside diary which appears each Saturday in the Courier & Advertiser newspaper.
Archive for March, 2003
Spring has sprung
Saturday, March 29th, 2003
NEWBORN LAMBS in the field means spring is definitely with us. Grandson James, Macbeth and I went to see them. Just four so far – twins and two singles. Despite a week of warm sunny days, there have been some hard frosty nights. I suppose a fat old ewe to cosy up to at night is a lamb’s idea of bliss, and shelters it from harsh temperatures. (…read on »)
Hormone horror
Saturday, March 22nd, 2003
DEAD PHEASANTS lying by the roadsides have been knocked down by cars. It’s mostly cock pheasants, which are probably beginning to fizz with excess hormones, as their breeding season gets closer. It must be difficult to be so gorgeous and not let it turn your head – with savage results in these cases. (…read on »)
Travelling hopefully
Saturday, March 15th, 2003
DARKEST PERTHSHIRE was my destination and I drove on familiar roads to get there. The day was bright and sunny, with clear views to far hills. (…read on »)
Deer hunter
Saturday, March 8th, 2003
THREE ROEDEER cross our path from time to time when the dogs take me out for walks. Sometimes they are disturbed if Macbeth gets wind of them and crashes off through the wood to see if he can bite a leg. Old Sheba’s days of crashing anywhere are pretty well past now. Although every walk starts with a crescendo of geriatric caperings she soon gets it out of her system and settles down to a more seemly pace. (…read on »)
A time to nest
Saturday, March 1st, 2003
MARCH FIRST is always St. David’s Day, an important day for Wales. But the first Sunday in March is always Crow Sunday, an important day for crows in Scotland. The day, traditionally, when crows (and rooks too, I imagine) start to build their nests. (…read on »)