Went out for my weekly walk this morning, left home at 8am, had a bird by half eight, home by nine!
Wasn't exactly plain sailing, some terrible shooting on my behalf meant the rooster that Betty found for me was hit a bit far back. It dropped a leg as it sailed away, nearly over the crest of a hill 100 metres away. I thought at this point it was all but lost, when at the top of the hill, it spiralled out of the sky like a burning helicopter and bit the dust! Needless to say it was one very much alive and annoyed rooster that was retrieved to hand by Betty. This is her first retrieve on a pricked bird and runner, so I'm happy with how she took it all in stride:
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