What’s for Dinner?

“What’s for dinner today? I know there is something moving there, is it a rat, a mouse, a field mouse or a vole? They all taste pretty good to me!”

Dougal was, as usual, out hunting in our garden today and sitting in the lawn area in the orchard, next to the wild part of the garden. Above is what I believe he was thinking at the time. He came home with his catch a few minutes later, but we are not quite sure what it was, since Florence had eaten most of it before I got the chance to see it!

My back is terrible today so I am not doing very much at all; taking this was actually quite an effort.