Mum and Dad went to the nearest village with a shop last night and bought their dinner (we don't have a shop in Wattlebury - only the pub). Cod Fishcakes - 2 packs of 2 for £2. And some new potatoes and runner beans. They loaded the shopping bag into the back of their car alongside Harvey and headed for home. Harvey was strangely quiet and Mum glanced around to see him negotiating the Fishcakes. The label had come off, but luckily the cellophane proved as tricky for him as it does for humans and he hadn't actually got a tooth into the Fishcake. Mum laughed (she thinks a lot of Harvey) and Dad swerved as he thought he had lost his dinner. Harvey had a sort of sad and pitying look on his face. When they got home, Dad came and shut us up for bedtime. Then his phone went off. Dad isn't too good with his mobile and it is one of the first models, Ron told us. And Mum was whispering. So off went Dad and we all wondered what the secretive message was all about. (Mum and Dad are too old for that sort of thing).
And Mum told us this morning that whilst she was getting the washing off the line Harvey had bee-lined down the garden and caught a big cock pheasant which had unfortunately strayed in - and he proudly ran back up to Mum with it and dropped at her feet. We said to Mum that he probably had felt sorry for her and Dad having to eat a Fishcake and had caught her something really yummy.
So as we write, Dad is covered in feathers in our Potting Shed, with the poor creature in a state of undress, and tonight's dinner will indeed be a great improvement on the previous one for them. And there might even be a small bit for Harvey and Honey. Gordon x