It was like a wee yappy dog stampeded the herd into the jaws of the waiting wolves.
“Better the predator we know” mooed the English.
The herd philosophy was … do herds have philosophies?
The herd instinct was “they’ll mainly pick off the weak and sick”.
Unless of course the predators have become stronger, more cunning, more capricious,
And have found a taste for richer meat.
When I last cycled here, it was winter. I did not stop for beer and put a more opaque layer of pastel and conte crayon over the penned sketch.