Mal and Eoghan are mid picture, on the bank of the river.
When we heard that the hooligan were in this last week, we knew that we had better go and find them before they were gone. Eoghan was licking his lips at the thought of the small fish, as he found out last year that he loved eating them (tails and all!). We checked river after river for 27 miles, until we saw eagles plucking them from a distance. The two oldest hooligans were off with their net and buckets.
2 comments:
Oh, I miss hooligan! And I miss you and your hooligans! :) Wish we could share a hooligan with you all...
I've never tried them, though we did see them running on our train trip to the coast. We call them Ooligans here, but same thing clearly! Cool that you can catch them with your bare hands!
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