On a hike through the countryside yesterday I came across a group of horses in the field I was crossing. I've always got time for animals, and whilst I know absolutely nothing about horses in particular, I always stop for some quality time if I can. The horse gave me a sniff - they all do that - and for a moment let me stroke it. Then it reared its head and bared its teeth at me. The funny thing was, I knew exactly what that horse was saying.

"Ok, you've said hello, now get lost".

I took the hint.

Communication with animals isn't so difficult if you remember they don't talk. We humans depend on verbal communication, its a learned ability, something we use without any thought all too often. Animals don't talk. They can't, but they do try to let us know what they want in other ways if you read the signals. It comes as a suprise to discover that you're not always welcome by the animal kingdom though... Or is that just human arrogance?

Wolf Whistle of the Week

She came out of the canal footpath behind the petrol station on a bicycle. A blonde girl, perhaps early twenties, and judging from the hi-vis tabard she wore, a working girl on her way home. One of the simple pleasures a man of my age enjoys is appreciating the beauty of young women - we have to really, since most of them wouldn't dream of a relationship unless our wallet is fat enough. Most young working girls of that age can be a little tarty, something I personally find unappealing. This woman was different. She looked great, she really did. Our eyes met briefly. Its often said that eyes are the windiow to the soul. I've no doubt she noticed my appreciation of her finer qualities. Well, if I were younger... As I walked on down the road I heard her make a discrete wolf whistle. Lady, you made my day. Please have my babies. If you want a relationship, contact me at this website for thrills, spills, and pushing wheelchairs round the park.