My son cooks a noodle dish on Wednesdays...
I'd popped home for a bite of lunch at midday...
Mrs Cat was on the phone when she waved her hand violently pointing outside...
I looked out and there was a dead pigeon on the patio! She said she'd seen it fall stone dead!
Now was it a Sparrowhawk, a kid with an air rifle or had it flown into a window? I had a look and couldn't find any sign of shot, and it's neck was rather floppy...well they are rather floppy at the best of times
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My son said let's have the breast meat off it to go with the prawns and noodles
So we went out and took off the breast meat on the patio table. Nice little meaty bonus... I expect a fox will tidy up behind us overnight.
I tried to show the carcass to Sophie the cat but she was just nonplussed... stupid cat!
Our previous cat would have got her jaws round it quick as a flash.
I got back to work, and when I said what I'd been doing on my lunch break was met with incredulity... one of the girls thought it was a wind up!
I said, I don't wind people up and I always tell the truth
She didn't even know you could eat pigeon.... I said they even have 'em in Sainsbury's at this time of the year!
I can't hunt over here, but I sure as heck won't pass on free meat!
Del
