So, I’m minding my own business the other day, working from home (as per usual), when I go into the kitchen to grab a coffee and spot this in the garden.
Having a spare minute or two between meetings, I pop outside to take a better look.
Just as surreal an explanation as expected. But still.
I went back to my work laptop and assumed that would be the end of that, that nothing would come of this Robinson Crusoe pheasant trap.
Half an hour (max.) later…
And a little time later still…
Shaking my head with disbelief, I bring myself back to my laptop to try and actually get some work done.
“Alice, come with me to drop off this pheasant,’ Papa B says.
“But I’ve got my next meeting in 15 minutes.”
“Well then, hurry up and get your shoes on.”
(Classic family reaction to anything of the sort. Cotswold drama > work.)
He loads the car up with the wheelie bin:
And off we go to calmly release the bird into a wooded spot up the hill.
And now, for the big finish.
We drive back down and I get back into the house just in time to join my work meeting, nobody any the wiser of the craziness that has just gone down.
What can I say? Lockdown just got weirder.
(Important disclaimer – no animals were harmed during this process. The pheasant was humanely released into the wild, flying away without injury. We stayed for a short while after the release to be certain of the animal’s welfare. He was long gone, in fact a week later the peasant actually came back. So there you go, what a success that turned out to be.)
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