As Jac and I walked down the lane this morning a pheasant flew out of the hedge and startled us both. We hear them in the wood but don't often see them. I used to go rough shooting with my father and occasionally shot a rabbit or pigeon. To be truthful I didn't really enjoy shooting them (more often than not I missed anyway) but it was good to go for a walk with my father and the old dog. When the children could walk I got rid of all my guns and haven't had one since.
I do still recall pigeon sandwiches that my mother used to make, very tasty too.
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