I noticed enough to brong the cats in Wednesday, that the hunters were out, in droves, close to home, and very excited “Allez cookie, suis, suis, suis, bien, bien, go, Cookie, saut, attaque”. I wouldn’t normally bring the cats in, but I read an alraming article in the Dauphiné last week, about a lady that had her cat put down, because it had been shot, multiple times in the face, point blank, and the vet was cited as saying that he knew it was a practice of hunters, to just shoot, with the adrenaline, and excitement…
that, plus, the article about the horse that was mistaken for… game… in the Bauges, last week,
As for wildlife, I know there are heaps of foxes about, I see them every night as I race back to close the chicken coop before they brave the doorway, but boar, no, there are no boar round here anymore, and as a biker, I have trained myself to look out for boar on the roads. This year, I’ve seen zero.
was driving to Annecy last week on a hunt day, and saw cars everywhere, boots open, with crammed dog cages in them, hillbilly lookin guys with roadside worker’s vests on, and shotguns slung over their backs. who wants to eat a pheasant peppered with buckshot?