Listening to: She Was Lookin' Back (Dr Feelgood)
Birdwatch: The sound of corncrakes near the house last night (not so much a 'watch' as a 'hear')
Pigwatch: Two days late - Kim's messing with my head.
The rabbit looked surprised. He had every right to be, there are few things in life as surprising as the sight of a trainee pig farmer approaching, armed with a .22 air rifle, still in his dressing gown and slippers.
Trainee pig farmer and rabbit - who had been enjoying an early breakfast in the sunshine - caught each others eye and held the gaze. Trainee pig farmer, uncomfortably aware that the cord around what he laughingly refers to as his waist was coming loose, hobbled very gently closer (knee still a problem).
Trainee pig farmer slowly raised the butt to his shoulder, quietly slipped off the safety catch, lined the rabbit up in the crosshairs, remembered his training, exhaled and squeezed. . . and missed.
The rabbit decided discretion was the better part of valour and took off - fair enough. Trainee pig farmer decided he'd probably be better off sneaking up and hitting the rabbit over the head with the air rifle. He turned to head back to tea and toast and damn nearly trod on another rabbit who followed the first across the top field into the burrows on the bank.
Tomorrow it's Spike's turn. . .