Happily Ever After
Life in The Rural Retreat with a beautiful wife, three cats, garden wildlife, a camera, a computer – and increasing amounts about running
by admin - 22:56 on 13 April 2011
Mr Pheasant's successor has assumed his new role with impressive ease. This evening he dined in state beneath the apple tree, surrounded by three of Mr P's widows, as if the territory had always belonged to him.
His new wives are comfortable in his company, poor Mr P now no more than a memory. There's clearly little sentiment in pheasant society.
I captured the first snap of the new boy this evening. After looking at it, you'll not find it difficult to guess why I've named him Shrek.
There were more wildlife antics later in the evening, after dark, when I had my first sighting of Mystery Marten for several days.
She began her supper on the windowsill, then moved to the gate, then behind The Seed Volcano where I leave her nightly egg in the hope of some exciting natural snaps come the light evenings. She was still there when Romeo sauntered through the gate, came to an abrupt halt and watched the eggily engrossed animal's back.
Surprisingly, the brainless moggy didn't attack; perhaps the mysterious injury he suffered last year was at the claws of another marten.
Mystery Marten played it cool. When she'd finished eating she ambled away, in complete control of the situation. Romeo watched her go, the usual vacant expression on his face, but didn't follow her into the undergrowth.
Discretion is the better part of valour, even for cats.
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