Neil isn’t a huge fan of snow.
It renders his main hunting asset useless, the asset which usually helps put him on top of the list of New Zealand’s Most Deadly Predator.
His camouflaged coat.
The creation of a hundred and more generations of natural selection since his ancestor hopped a ship mid-1800’s (?), to now perfectly match the farmed yet bushy environment around here.
Apart from on snow days!
There’s already quite a dusting on the mountains – and tonight the predicted SNOWNADO hits!
The huge power supply is to feed the milk-powder plant nearby, for some reason they evaporate all the milk which is “grown” on the paddocks which surround me.
Less weight for shipping overseas I guess.
There’s certainly a big change in the weather coming, as Neil has gone fully nutty come dusk.
He just ran 5m. straight up a pine tree, for no real reason.
Then I don’t know who got the biggest shock: a big black bird came swooping in to roost, Neil freaked out and was all OMG OMG OMG skittering around the branches, birdly pulled out of the landing at the last minute and dived away.
If Neil had’ve kept his cool and just stayed still and opened his mouth he could’ve been feasting this minute, his camo works excellently up dry trees.
Still, fun for all, and nobody got hurt 🙂
Bring on tonights Spring snow!