To the railings and took the pics then back into the car.
Home and Dyson and harem brought their offspring to meet us.
Sithcat managed to grab one of the babies. He brought it in to the house so the DP rescued it. There cannot be many who can lay claim to having a pheasant in their bed. But I can.
Hopefully reunited with Mum and sibling now.
Eyeing up the library. Have I the fitness levels to begin the pruning?
The cups etc are awards for the DP and his photography. There is another bookcase at the other side of the room. Bottom shelf has the complete works of Dickens and will not be pruned. No other books on there.
Ah well doing nothing now as the sun has set.
Goodnight.
4 comments:
Those chicks are so cute - glad you managed to save it.
Interesting to know that you like Dickens so much. I didn't pay much attention to him until.... My grandson had to read A Tale of Two Cities
over the summer before his first year of high school. He was going to be tested on it the first day of school. That seemed a big order to me! (I was a teacher). I was spending the summer in Minnesota; he was here in Texas. We read the book together-----chapter by chapter---- and discussed it by phone. I was hooked on Dickens after that. Read every one of his books I could find. That was about ten years ago. I have been surprised by grandson's quoting from that book on several occasions in those years!
Wow about all those trophies. Hadn't thought about it, but both of you are artists. I enjoy your blog.
My goodness thankfully the baby pheasant was saved, they are such cuties. Beautiful sunset.
I have found pruning boooks is one of the hardest things to do.
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