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• Agnes Winter obituary

  16-02-2026 21:26 via theguardian.com
  My friend Agnes Winter, who has died aged 83 after a short illness, was a leading veterinary surgeon and scientist, and like me a Wensleydale sheep breeder.She aspired to be a vet from an early age. Brought up on a North Yorkshire farm, with Guernsey cattle and Wensleydale sheep, she loved working with the animals, and gained a place at Liverpool University in 1960 to study veterinary science, one of only six women out of the 35 successful applicants for the course. Continue reading...
  
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• The pet I’ll never forget: Otto, the wild, people-loving golden retriever who had 20 volunteer dog walkers

  16-02-2026 12:00 via theguardian.com
  His charm and excitement helped us see the world as he did – full of kindness and joyWhen we bought Otto, a golden retriever, a year after the death of our previous dog Bertie, we were sceptical that he could live up to our high expectations. What quickly became apparent, during the routine humiliation of our puppy training classes, was that Otto was a law unto himself.“He’s not normal” quickly became a stock family phrase, as Otto demonstrated a series of wild, mischievo
  
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• Country diary: An anxious buzzard has me mirroring its movements in a moment of true empathy | Derek Niemann

  16-02-2026 06:30 via theguardian.com
  Frome, Somerset: As the large raptor squirms and uses its wings to try to balance on a precarious perch, I find my own arms lifting in solidaritySix, seven, eight, nine long‑tailed tits are on a foraging flit through hawthorn bushes, and the straggler drops obligingly on to a berry‑stacked twig before my eyes. Its tail works like the hand of a clock as the clinging bird jiggle‑jumps through a full 360-degree rotation, beak pecking for who knows what. The twig is unmov
  
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• Country diary: An anxious buzzard has me mirroring its movements | Derek Niemann

  16-02-2026 06:30 via theguardian.com
  Frome, Somerset: As the large raptor squirms and uses its wings to try to balance on a precarious perch, I find my own arms lifting in solidaritySix, seven, eight, nine long‑tailed tits are on a foraging flit through hawthorn bushes, and the straggler drops obligingly on to a berry‑stacked twig before my eyes. Its tail works like the hand of a clock as the clinging bird jiggle‑jumps through a full 360-degree rotation, beak pecking for who knows what. The twig is unmov
  
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