On Saturday afternoon while Fran took in the ‘giant Easter bingo’ I took to the hills and brooks to soak up some rays
Half way along a brook I came upon some tracks that made me think that a dangerous carnivore was in the vicinity.
Proceeding with caution I rounded a corner of the brook and there amongst the willows was the dangerous carnivore hunting a flock of plectrophenax nivalis.
Siutikerectus’s hunting techniques were off this day so she decided to have a brief respite before another foray into the wilds of Labrador.
Fran did not win the giant prize which was shared among several. A smaller win was all she could manage, but it is not the winning, it’s the participation that counts for Fran.
For Sunday dinner I roasted some bacon wrapped plectrophenax nivalis.
Narh boy, those are bacon wrapped stuffed partridge, some good too.
Wonder if the roman pot needs cleaning? Maybe not.
For Sunday dinner I roasted some bacon wrapped plectrophenax nivalis.
Narh boy, those are bacon wrapped stuffed partridge, some good too.
Wonder if the roman pot needs cleaning? Maybe not.
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