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peasant
we have ONE pheasant at the farm, who somehow avoided being shot with all its bandmates
walks or flies around calling for his (dead) friends: honking with PTSD
our landlady feeds him
he low flies over snoop, fessing with the hound, who wants to bite him
we like him
pretty burd
but pretty stoopid too
coffee at DPC with Shaun, Mags, dezzie and Teddie
then a walk around the woods and a cool off in a deep puddle (weirdly with three dead trout floating in it)
for the dogs, not us
roast lunch at our local and home