OK a bit blurred but he came waddling towards me up the lane and I had to act quickly. No, hubby said, when I told him how brave I'd been, "They don't shoot their quills at you. That's an old wives' tale" (thanks, hubby). Here he is, disappearing into the bushes.
The pictures would have been better if a man in a pickup truck hadn't chosen to stop, wind down his window and yell what sounded like, "You're taking a lot of F@#$%&^%&^% photos!" I gave him a frosty glare and said, "I beg your pardon?"
"You're taking a lot of foggy photos".
Hubby is always trying to tell me that that's what western New York country people do. They're just being friendly. Whereas being a Londoner, I always expect the worst. More international misunderstanding.
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