Pemberley steps up his game

Pemberley dreams big.    In the spring, he tried to herd the deer.  It didn't go quite as he planned, as the young ones snorted in his face and stamped their feet at him, but didn't display the degree of reverence he had expected.

So this fall, having spent the summer plotting and skirmishing with mice and the occasional chipmunk, he decided to step it up.

Canada geese...   They are big.  Waaay bigger than he is, this little chap who weighs in at about 8 pounds soaking wet.  And they can be nasty.  Nothing daunted, he set out to herd them, first in  his secret identity as a border collie.  Then, having gathered the flock, he switched into big cat mode, cutting out the weakest link, and making his move.

Luckily for all concerned, he just missed.  As David commenting, while we watched through the window, "If you'd caught the bird, cat, you'd be halfway out into the bay before you fell off.  We'd have to put a boat in and go cat-fishing."  True...   

He has moved down a peg. He is currently exploring the merits of stalking the hens.  Most of whom, it should be noted, do not stalk... They turn around and peck.   

Film at eleven...