Showing posts with label hunt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hunt. Show all posts

Wednesday, 16 September 2009

Big Hunt

We was going on our afternoon walk on our hill when we spotted a wabbit running ups there so I tooks off after its. This is me on the hill. Ailsa is checking the rushes as she likes to go thro the tunnals pwetending shes a big game hunteres


I founds a wabbit hole so I stuck my heads in to see if its was home.

It was a bit small so I knocked on its door.

The hole sort of gots bigger

And bigger

Anyways I wasn't getting any further cause its had a tree root ins the way so I gave my sis a call cause shes better at digging than me.


She came a tooks a look
and checked out the size

before getting into it

It wasnt long before she had dug and bits that root out

Anyways it was at that time as I was waiting her her to give me a turn thats I found it on the other side of the bump.

A BACK DOOR


oh well it was fun while it lasted and its getting a bits dark so we had a discushin abouts leving it till tomorrow then headed to the dams to wash our paws and headed for home.

Me waitin for Ailsa
And off home.

Saturday, 8 August 2009

Our Hill

This is our hill, on Wednesday you saw one of this lots of photos so youll see whats we were doing, Theres so many goodies on our hill, wallabie chews, bunnie and sheep nibbles, knaker naker moossse. Buts theres also lots to sniff out and also some chassies. Nots the sheep, were nots allowed to chase the sheep, or the chookies acctuallys buts there is ones were allowed, mainly becuse there real fast ans go through into the dams or through the fence ans where nots allowed to go past thems (the fence that is) ans were allowed to chase the bunnies buts only the wilds ones, we do knows the differnce as we learnt bout boundarys whens we was youngs.
We seek thems here.
there
and everywhere.
This way
No! that way
Over here
Nope! over there
They were heres
Ands here.
Oy, Ailsa, gets a move on.
and been around here.
ans there gones cause were the bosses ans its our hill
Ands now were heading home, but first do you wants to see whats we were seeking.


Knaker nakers.


a close ups of
Tasmanian Native hens