I now live in an area where deer regularly bolt out of nowhere in front of cars and vans (my driving instructor’s warned me this might happen, and not to spaz out and swerve off the road if it does. It's also good training for brake reaction if a schoolkid runs out into the road clutching a munchy box). Saw a fresh dead Bambi by the roadside a couple of months ago. Nobody bothered to remove the cadaver: passed it the other day and it’s still there, looking like a rotten, damp welcome mat -it's decomposed into mulch. Weird, I thought its skull and ribs would be visible…maybe somebody took them for their mantelpiece?
Despite their reputation as cowards, there’s always one sheep who’s game for trotting over to the edge of the fence and noisily cussing me out as I walk past. I just think: “You’re better off with me than stuck in there!…see you in a pitta bread soon”. Haven’t worked out the colour scheme but I think it means “for the chopping block” when the farmers spray-paint their arses red. God knows what green and blue mean. You know what farmers and their kind get up to…some funny-looking kids round here too.
Highland cattle look like bulls in Afghan coats with emo hair.
There’s a tree at the bottom of my back garden and I thought a load of birds were flocking around it late one night, but apparently they’re bats? Which is cool – or would be if I could see them properly, but it’s too dark now.
Do you guys have deer ticks and Lyme's disease in the UK? Not fun.
I was blissfully unaware of either when I lived in London. But yeah, they're a thing up here 🙁 But I tend to repulse mosquitos through alcohol abuse, so hopefully the booze is warding off the ticks too...