This old fella came wanderng past the other afternoon. Really old looking thick, rough old fur and looking a bit thin after the winter, I even wondered if he was blind, as it was full light of day and he hardly seemed aware I was there. kept pressing his snout deep into the ground, sniffing out for worms no doubt, very intent of what it was doing and completely uninsterested in me



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actually he was definitely on his way out, found him dead under a damson bush a day or two later. Left him there, just covered him over, RIP mr Brock, but I guess not many animals get to die of old age.... so it can't be that bad.
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