The Dead Pigeon Mystery

Yesterday evening, Eve informed me that there was a dead pigeon in the chicken run. I had no intention of trying to deal with a bird corpse while it was both dark and raining, but I did promise to get rid of it this morning.

This morning came and went and, shortly after lunch, I went out to deal with the dead pigeon.

It had gone.

So now the question arises as to who might have been sneaking into our garden on Saturday morning to help themselves to a Columbidae corpse.

I have my suspicions.

That Cat

The boys have done their schoolwork so the rest of the family have gone for a walk, leaving me alone with the cat.

In the five seconds it took for me to go and grab a piece of fruit, that cat had leapt into my chair and made himself comfortable.


He has a thing about trying to steal my seating arrangements. He did the same thing yesterday — just as I’d finished weeding and was about to put my feet up, that cat decided to put in an appearance.


He often does this at mealtimes, so much so that I have come close to sitting on him.

Maybe I should.


We appear to have another pair of twins in the house. Not human ones this time, which is why we can get away with giving them names like Chili and Pepper.

They seem to have settled in pretty quickly, though.