Tyson Making Me Nervous
Tyson has taken to following me around Middle Marsh. Standing to attention behind me when I’m watching the river, often too close for comfort, or he is picking bramble leaves and nudging my elbow, or grazing at my heels. Sometimes he coughs, snorts, or breathes heavily, and sometimes he paws the ground. Tyson is making me nervous. I wonder if he realises it’s TB testing next week. Perhaps he knows the herd is going off to Chaddesely Wood for two months. When I look behind, Tyson is there staring at me….