At 5.30pm Tarragon took his harem around to the outhouse door to wait for me to open it and retrieve the feeder full of mixed corn for their 'Corn Supper'. But, I was busy preparing our supper – I knew they were waiting but I decided they could wait, they knew that I knew . . . they had a cunning plan!
Then out of the kitchen window I spotted them . . .
. . . . an act of vengeful wanton vandalism. I suppose I asked for it!
November bits and pieces.
7 hours ago