Our Next Door Neighbours

There are some funny things in the field next door - big brown things with antlers - they call them deer.

Ferguson, the small fry, doesn't like them at all - even if they are the other side of a fence that he would need wings to get over. He stamps his feet at them but they ignore him.

Molly, the dimwit, has a different technique, she talks to them. She sort of grows from 15hh to about 17'2hh, with her tail kinked over her back (mine won't do it - I've tried) and stands like an equine statue and snorts at them. They bark back at her. So she snorts back. This goes on for ages.

I'm not sure if anyone understands a word of it really but it keeps them amused. Molly tells me that it is sad for the deer, as ultimately they get eaten, but it's best to keep quiet about it and not upset them. This is worrying, a death camp for deer so nearby - did I get into the wrong trailer after all?