Down to the stream for a calming walk with Wilf. A beautiful sun bathed, early evening, ramble. As we clamber out of the car, a huge square headed owl brushes past us, a chick in its mouth, followed by a flock of angry,cackling, starlings. Ten seconds later the owl returns , chick devoured, flying straight towards us only feet from where we're standing. The first time I've ever seen a grown owl flying in daylight.
Wilf has a long drink from the stream. A place he knows and feels safe visiting. He's sleeping most of the day now. A noticeable change in his behaviour over the course of the week. Apparently, this is something that blind dogs do. His weight's still falling and he's developed a saddle back but he's enthusiastic and happy. Life at this stage is a series of commas, not periods.