After a bit of a lul in the roadkill department, things have really turned around this week. First there was the notification of a small robin found by a friend in the countryside.
Then the goregeous Scarlet Winter (I've spoken of Scarli before...)
came over for dinner on Saturday with:
A Bottle of Chenin Blanc
A pint of Green and Blacks Chocolate Ice Cream
A frozen Road Killed Pigeon
Ummm... why don't all guests come bearing such thoughtful and incredible gifts?!?!
AND: I just poped out to get a coffee at my favorite cafe, when I saw this poor little beauty (above)!
Things keep going like this and I might need to get myself another deepfreezer...