Sad News

A couple of weeks ago, I was overjoyed to see that the lovely pheasant in our garden had had a litter of around 8 chicks. They were happily following the mother around the garden so I gave them some food. I was hoping that Roland, my pet Blackbird, who comes and says hello every time I am doing the garden and is almost at the point of eating food from my fingers, wouldn't get too jealous but it seems that he has.

A turf war has started and the Blackbird has hired a fox to do its dirty work. I went down the garden yesterday to find a lot of feathers on the grass, the pheasant was gone, her chicks? I have no idea. And you know the worst thing, some of you are laughing at this, yes, you know who you are (your name starts with a J)

This has been most disturbing to me, that Pheasant was becoming a big part of my life. I was drooling every time I thought about it, thinking about how plump I could get it before getting Craigs gun and having it on a plate in the Autumn. And it wasn't just the pheasant, it had produced 8 more meals for me, I don't know how my belly will cope!!!

Please join with me in my mourning. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, roast pheasant.