I went out the other night to try to get a photo of the woodcock. No luck there. By the time I went in the house for the camera he had stopped peenting.
I did however, get a magnificent shot of a distant cow flop. In the dusky dimness, just before the sun set, it looked like a bird....really it did. Maybe an odd duck. No, wait, that was the photographer*. I deleted that puppy darned quick I can tell you. Talk about embarrassing.
Anyhow, as I came down across the bowling green I saw this wild beast rampaging in the brush in the old horse pasture.
Can you see him?
Is he a stag? A wild horse? A jackass....no, wait, see above*.
Or could he be a manifestation of imagination springing from the roots of a wild rose encampment?
What's your best guess?