You can’t get there from here.
September 19, 2010
We finished a bit early after a day of shingling on the garage, so Martin grabbed the .22 and went looking for a squirrel for the pot. Eventually Charlie went to round him up for supper with the Ranger. Martin heard the UV and took a shortcut across a brush pile to intercept him. Unfortunately the brush turned out to be old fence wire and poor Martin found himself entwined, losing a shoe. But that wasn’t the bad part. On the way out he pushed through a clump of sheep burrs.
Bet compared his antics to those of the springer spaniels whose lives were made miserable by sheep burr season.
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