Pheasant Plucking....

.....usual cat-assisted early rise from bed. As Nancy slept on, I inspected the remains of our offside wing mirror which had collided with a rising pheasant yesterday; devastation.

Thence to Lamancha to see the Bobcat and catch-up with cousin Peter, newly returned from a year in Canada. How long he remains in the UK depends on a number of things, but secretly I suspect his future lies in British Columbia; good luck to him whatever his decision.

Is that really the weekend over already?