Our ginger cat has been unwell. We aren't sure, and neither is the vet what ails her, but she's been off her food (this never happens, hence she is lovingly known as the biscuit barrel). She behaved impeccably at the vets, who gave her some medication for pancreatitis, as she seemed rather sore in that area. I have been really concerned, as it really pains me to see an animal unwell. To add insult to injury, she was bitten last night by a feral cat who occasionally breaches the cat flap and steals food. All in all a "sorry for herself" few days.
In the middle of trying to tempt her to eat I have been baking - I think I got carried away with the fresh yeast. The pumpkin and sunflower loaves are 4 inches high in old money!
I have a chicken casserole in the slow cooker and as I was just about to serve it up, Fernando our shy pheasant appeared. He has a 6th sense concerning cameras, and I have yet to take a shot of him which isn't blurred. This one was on 48 times zoom, and he was in a hurry to get home for his tea. But if you can use a bit of imagination, you will see what a fine fellow he is.
And his name, well, do you remember the first line of the Abba song... Do you hear the guns Fernando?.....