the beast of girton
Jun. 9th, 2012 08:58 pmI couldn't get Humbug to come in tonight so I went down the garden to see if he'd got stuck in a tree or been cornered by one of the farm cats. I found him crouched over a freshly killed pheasant.
He let me bring it, and him, in and was apparently happy to trade it for a pouch of Whiskas. Sunday lunch at the monkey house will be pheasant casserole.
He let me bring it, and him, in and was apparently happy to trade it for a pouch of Whiskas. Sunday lunch at the monkey house will be pheasant casserole.
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Date: 2012-06-10 01:27 am (UTC)(Mac plans to feed us on scrub jays, American sparrows, and other little irritants not yet identified...)
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Date: 2012-06-10 09:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-10 02:07 pm (UTC)"At the end of your shoot you'll be given a brace of pheasants..." You pluck them on a newspaper. Apparently, it doesn't actually have to be the Telegraph, but I'm sure it helps.
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Date: 2012-06-10 02:34 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-06-10 11:08 pm (UTC)