Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

Fair Game


Fair game 1-2

giggling grouse, one amongst many, they are out there, you hear them, but you just can’t see them.

This sign gave me a smile,

Fair game 2-2

Ok, I’m all for protecting moorland, all birds in fact  (I’m  especially very fond curlews) but the sign could also have read, ‘To protect moorland birds until such time we can blow their heads off’ but somehow that doesn’t have the same ring to it.

I’d be lying if I didn’t say I’d enjoy a nice game pie, or roast pheasant (especially if I didn’t have to pick the lead shot out of it myself.) So be afraid Mr pheasant, be very afraid

Fair game-2

Not all moors are equal

No dogs-2


Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

9 thoughts on “Fair Game

  1. That’s an absolutely beautiful bird! It’s almost a shame he makes such a tasty pie. Bless his little heart. 🙂 Your photos always make me smile.

  2. Yes, that is a very fine picture, quite beautiful.

  3. When it comes to the moors there are dogs and dogs. ‘Working dogs’, at certain times of the year, under contract, are very welcome.

    Whilst on the subject of dogs, this is a perfect time to announce that last night we picked out a puppy for ourselves! It is a sprocker spaniel (a springer/cocker cross) and its mother actually is a working dog (which doesn’t have quite the same connotations as it would if she was human). Our dog will have a job as well. Whereas its present owners are dogwalkers, this pup will grow up to be a people walker. We are counting the days till we can collect it!

    • Oh fantastic news a BABY!!!! Spud is going to have to get acquainted with your babe.
      A dog, a bitch, tell us more, when, what will you call it?
      I’d never heard of a sprocker till we started to look for spud, I get a lot of search engine hits for ‘cockapoo’ (which is a cocker spaniel/poodle cross) I’ve not dwelt on why I get the hits!

      • In four week’s time. And it’s a girl. (Canines don’t seem to become dogs or bitches until they’re grown up, do they.) I want to call her Rani after the Bollywood actress Rani Mukherjee, because she is going to have shiny dark brown hair. But I haven’t yet got all the votes I need for that choice!

  4. And I thought the UK was so much more dog friendly than the US, where dogs are very restricted.

    • It’s not a sign you see here very often, hence the reason it caught my eye.
      I’d never heard of dogs going to church, until my mother in law attended a service in New York, when we were on holiday there; so maybe both countries have restrictions, just different ones!

  5. This is going to be like when I got acquainted with the piglets at Providence Farm and . . . it was quite some time before I could eat bacon again. Then the lamb . . . well, you get the idea.

    That is a handsome bird. I followed the link to the red grouse and listened to it. Amazing. The only sound I’ve ever heard from grouse is Whirrrrrrrzup!

    In my experience English dogs are very much better behaved than dogs in the US–most particularly better behaved than Miss Sadie and the Cowboy. Hunters are the same everywhere (she said with a wicked grin).

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