Rapt

As we came back into the garden from our walk, Hendricks froze. I couldn't see (or hear) anything, but he was absolutely fixated on one area and stood staring at it for well over a minute. Not at all unusual for him, but this time his lurcher senses must have let him down and he eventually let me lead him way. (Of course, there may well have been a pheasant hiding behind one of the bushes, holding its breath and letting out a heartfelt "Phew!" when we walked on!)