Up in the woods

I make my way past this with Max most mornings. Just behind it are a couple of runs holding a small pack of hunting dogs that make a tremendous racket as we go by. Poor beasts, they get to go out on Tuesday and Saturdays and someone cleans them out once a week but it isn't much of a life. Up in the woods there is a dearth of wildlife and spent cartridges are witness to the slaughter that has taken place. Max is very placid and keeps to the paths as there is little to chase but the coloured rabbits and cats are fair game when we come upon them. Thanks for all the lovely comments and hearts for the preceeding few days - I really appreciate them