9.30 AM. Window sill empty. Grain gone, water drunk. Stool gone. Never been this late back before. Can we dare believe that he is on his way to Hartlepool, Halifax or Hexham where the flat capped chaps boast about their Pigeon's Progress.'Not seen him for ten days..turned up right as rain!' 'Sounds proper little waster to me. Have you wrung its neck?' 'Not yet. Have a roast and two veg for Sunday dinner. Reckon might wait until Monday. Would go down well with a spot of mash'
If you are on the Blog, Stool, I'd turn back before it is too late.
Mind you there could be a reason for the prolonged absence closer to home.
I thought the Sparrow Hawk was looking a trifle smug
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