Feathering the Nest

Nothing else for it but to play with the pheasant of yesterday, today, or otherwise I would have been blipless. Slightly scary for any visitor who may decide to drop in as not many people have a dead pheasant and erect tripod set up on the conservatory floor, with feathers starting to come adrift now in a floaty manner. The dogs, esp. Tilly who is to blame for this scenario, have mostly ignored it. Quite the normal run of things then here!

We are coming to that time of year again and the house needs a good going over before the decs go up so photography really has to go on the back burner.