On this evening's run, sloshing back through the wet spike grass of the upper intake, in the dying twilight, after the sun had just dipped below the Crosswaite ridge to the south, ahead of me, half-moon riding high, in the neighbouring intake, was the most magnificent white Charolais bull, on his own, staring back at me. Kind of like, in the words of Adde Cutler 'Now I sees he, And he sees I'. It was one of those double-take moments when you wonder whether the Gods have sent you an omen. Not sure about what, but perhaps as England are playing the Saffas soon, so maybe....maybe! Or perhaps, that's just pure BS

Not a 'wildlife encounter' of the strictly literal kind, but it made me smile at least.