Can You See Me Now?

Himself will have caught the intruder without telling you, and plucked it.

Expect another chicken dinner on Sunday.

A little tale to tell about chickens and bunnies - tell Liv not to read this ... At the stables where we had a pony there was a Labrador called Sam - now Sam was very partial to a chicken or two and often took himself off, across the lane, to a bungalow where many chickens roamed ... suffice to say the poor chicken of choice was buried in the fire where the straw and whatnot from the stables was always kept alight - result ready roasted chicken for Sam. We often found remains of cooked bunnies as well ...

A very resourceful hound.

Don't apologise Lily, it'd be a different story if an escaped Welsh lamb found it's way into her garden.