A rather splendid looking male pheasant strutted right out into the middle of the road on the way to work today. Big and bold, plump and tasty looking, it would have made a lovely meal, and he was asking to go in the pot too! I had to brake, and come to a complete halt for him, whilst he paused, looked at me, and strutted off back across the road whence he came.
Silly bird…!
I like a nice peasant for dinner, myself 😉
That could come across as a bit sordid, Helen. 😉
It’s purely platonic 🙂
When I first read your comment I had to go back and check my original post to see if I’d made a dreadful spelling error… but no. It was just Helen being Silly! *grins*
Hehe – I wondered if I’d confuse you 😉