Won’t tell you what he rolled in…
There are two pheasants and four partridges hanging in my garage at the moment. They were kindly given to me by a friend and local beater, Andy.
Today and later this week there will be pictures of the birds and their preparation on my Flickr account. I tell you this partly because the meat-eaters amongst you might be interested in looking at them but, mostly, to forewarn my vegetarian/vegan readers that they might want to avoid the photos named after game birds.
My blogging juices aren’t flowing at the moment. Not sure why. It certainly isn’t for a lack of recipes to share. I still haven’t told you about this or about this. Nor have I told you about all the partridges and pheasants and pigeons that have been hanging in the garage this autumn (thank you, Andy) nor about how I have learnt to pluck and gut and butcher these birds (sorry to be so graphic, vegetarians).
I will write about all of these things but not right now and not in the next couple of weeks. That’s not to say that these pages will be post-less for the rest of the month. Quite the opposite. I’ve decided to post a picture a day instead. A picture taken on that day, to be more precise.
Easier said than done, perhaps. It’s only mid-November and already there are only eight hours of watery, winter light per day. Expect a lot of candles!
PS That’s not a candle. Got a Sun Jar for the window sill as a candle on Marco’s favourite lookout spot was way too risky.