I had a race with a hare this morning.
Not an actual race you understand, that would be silly, but I had him/her ('hare',geddit?) in front of my bike for about 50m at 5:30 just after I left my house. It eventually realised the best course of action would be to veer off into the filed, so it did. I like to think it gave up because I was going beat it, but maybe not.
A couple of miles further on, a dopey pigeon took off late in front of me resulting in flapping wings whistling across my face. It must be a Monday morning thing.
Watched a few polo matches on Saturday for the first time and was quite surprised how much I enjoyed it. There's quite a skill in controlling a horse, watching out for others around you yet focus on hitting a 4 inch ball 4 feet below you with a fairly thin stick. It's probably called something else.
It appears that you need the hand/eye co-ordination skills of a golfer, the tactical nous of a rugby player and the horse riding prowess of the best flat racer. Impressive.
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