Bard Owls

All has been silent during the first twenty minutes of the Tewksbury Foot Bassets’ three couple. The hounds plod in and out of covers, the whipper-ins plod up and back. Monotony reigns supreme until one whipper-in shouts for her huntsman, a sense of urgency building in her voice: “John! John!” Hope fills everyone’s heart - she’s seen a rabbit, for sure! But no: “the Bard Owls are going Crazy!” The second whipper-in and the huntsman share a look of disbelief, a look of disappointment and amusement. The hounds plod on. The bard owls screech and holler - maybe they saw the rabbit...