Also.... I've been hearing about a cock pheasant roosting in a tree about 400m from the front lawn in the field in front of the house now for a while.
When I came down last Saturday night she was all delighted that she could finally show me.
My Mam: "Every day about half four in the evening he parks up for the night, we'll have a look tomorrow for him, oh he is a big beauty".
Me:"Oh thats lovely, I can't wait to see him."
My brother:"He'll be dead on Stephen's day with the gun club".
My Mam angrily: "They've been told they're not allowed to shoot around the house!?!".
So the next day the two of us spend ages looking at this big burnt orange blurry circle down the field sitting half way up a huge oak tree. She's coming out with lots of "oh isn't it lovely to have him here and oh isn't he great".
So every day this week we've been out looking and complimenting his ability to stay put during the windy weather. This evening I said that we should get out the good binoculars tomorrow morning to have a look at him up close. The woman nearly starts to cry and turns to me and goes...
"I thought he was doing well holding on in the wind so I went down to have a look... and you know what it was.. a big FUCKING bunch of leaves still on the tree".
Me:"We won't mention this to the lads so".
Thankfully there is a cock peasant down the field he just isn't in the tree and she only noticed the half four thing as its the time she's out around the place after coming back from work.
When I came down last Saturday night she was all delighted that she could finally show me.
My Mam: "Every day about half four in the evening he parks up for the night, we'll have a look tomorrow for him, oh he is a big beauty".
Me:"Oh thats lovely, I can't wait to see him."
My brother:"He'll be dead on Stephen's day with the gun club".
My Mam angrily: "They've been told they're not allowed to shoot around the house!?!".
So the next day the two of us spend ages looking at this big burnt orange blurry circle down the field sitting half way up a huge oak tree. She's coming out with lots of "oh isn't it lovely to have him here and oh isn't he great".
So every day this week we've been out looking and complimenting his ability to stay put during the windy weather. This evening I said that we should get out the good binoculars tomorrow morning to have a look at him up close. The woman nearly starts to cry and turns to me and goes...
"I thought he was doing well holding on in the wind so I went down to have a look... and you know what it was.. a big FUCKING bunch of leaves still on the tree".
Me:"We won't mention this to the lads so".
Thankfully there is a cock peasant down the field he just isn't in the tree and she only noticed the half four thing as its the time she's out around the place after coming back from work.