xxxxxxxIt's Fathers Day, and Andy started the day with a card and a Swiss army knife from Vivyan and John, which is something Andy has fancied for a while.
Jane, Andy, A Finlay and Amber came today bearing beer for Andy, something Andy is always pleased to receive. Then they took us out to the Butterfly farm at Anston near where we live. It's a lovely place with plenty to see as long as you don't expect to see many butterflies. You could count all the butterflies on one hand!
Back home in time for Ruth to arrive. More presents, egg poacher? ( Andy has trouble poaching eggs) goodies and ingredients for her to cook a evening meal. A very nice day, it didn't start that way.
Andy was playing his guitar. He had promised his self an hours guitar before Jane came. He was having trouble playing as well as usual. He's having a lot of problems with his hands and wrists, their giving him a lot of pain. It started with me, I was in a talkative mood, and the phone never stopped ringing for him. At last hes got about fifteen minutes before Jane gets here, the phone rings again, the guitar gets thrown on the bed. Five or ten minutes left, the guitar out of tune from its landings, Arrrrrrrrrrr. He starts tuning it, the phone rings, he gives up!
As I'm typing up my post, Bang a young wood pigeon hits our bedroom windows. We rush out, the poor thing broke it's neck, and died in Andy's hands. It was a beautiful young bird, not yet got all it's adult feathers. We looked at the bed room window from outside and you can see the imprint of its body and wings. Quite beautiful in a way, a ghost print, the spread of its wings are much longer than you would expect. After a few moments of sadness holding the pigeon, looking at it, what a shame it just gets to an age where its self sufficient, Bump and its gone. As Andy looked at it for the last time saying what a waste, I said may be not, can't you eat it? Andy inspected its breasts, no its too young not enough meat on it!
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Lynda - I got into trouble with my vegetarian friends a few years back, if you remember. That time it was a partridge that hit a telephone wire right above me and landed almost at my feet.
For anyone reading this - yes I did eat it - it was delicious. But as with this unlucky wood pigeon, I had no thought of that until it died. Prior to that my genuine concern was for its welfare and recovery. We've actually helped quite a few wild creatures recover in the past and yes - many were edible! Lynda in particular is a fantastic wildlife 'nurse'.
The 'ghost print' on our bedroom window is now much more visible than it was and is fascinating to look at in a kind of sad and grizzly way. You can now see the pin feathers of one wing very clearly. And the body and other wing are there too. It's going to feel very odd cleaning it off, it being such a vivid remembrance of that beautiful bird's last moments.
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