Chicken

Towards the end of our quiet* amble along the river this morning I saw the huge gaggle of geese sitting on the path. It has occurred to me before that it'd be blipworthy - all those big birds moving off in panic, all at once, just because a great big blonde hound comes lollopping along. Previously there's been another dog on the path and so there was no huge rush, today the route was clear.

* apart from the moment where Logan decided to try to innocently unseat a cyclist (he was not amused)