One for the pot

The shooting season has started. But who needs a gun?

Not the redgirls!

Thanks Mz Bert


Hung.

Not a lot of pheasant ...

..... for so many feathers .....

Yummylicious ... with celeriac chips and pak choi ... mmmm...

Natural Instincts

Yes. Our mum is wishing that our skills were not JUST so finely honed!

Early this morning we brought her some presents. 4 feral kittens! We gently put them on the lawn. Not a mark on them (we have very soft mouths)

Three of them were very cold. And dead.

One of them was very cold. But alive! Just.

And 12 hours later she still is alive! Mum and vet reckon she is 3 days old. Mum is syringe feeding. Hand reared kittens have to be fed every 2 hours. Mum says yikes!

We will keep you posted.

A special present for Mum

But was she grateful? No she was NOT. Took us aside. And explained very slowly (like we're thick or something) that we are NOT allowed to do our own thing.


Evidently "proper" gundogs sit at their master's side. And retrieve on command only once game has been shot. Uuuh? Well obviously redgirls have no intention whatsoever of remembering *that* particular little lecture. Cut out the middlemen say we! Save the planet!

Thanks to mum's meddling this pheasant got away. And was only just a little less bushy in the tail feather department. It was a hot day so we expect he felt cooler. He was probabably grateful to the redgirls for their help.