A Pheasant day 

What a day.   I was driving along minding my own business whilst talking to the vet on my handsfree phone. An appointment I had booked needed to be cancelled.   Finn had a little sore on his back leg which did not appear to be healing and I had decided to book an appointment at the vet.  Eventually he licked it better which was a relief.  I believe he has learnt his exemplary licking skills from Dr.Buzz, his fellow Morkie.

Mid call I spotted a beautiful pheasant crossing the road in front of me. I had never before seen a pheasant crossing the road and was in a degree of shock. Travelling at the correct speed limit did not allow me to slow down in time.  I screamed down the phone to the vet’s receptionist who was unsurprisingly taken aback.  The thought that I had possibly killed one of the most beautiful birds with my car had put me in a degree of shock.  I frantically looked in my rear view mirror to see if it was still alive.  To my relief it had survived as it had reached the other side of the road.  Albeit minus a few tail feathers.

When I eventually got home,  I felt like shaking my own tailfeather with joy.  And then  I realized that I do not have a tailfeather but a fine arse.  Which I shook instead.

All the best

Stay Fab


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