An early start for Steve and I up in the woods, preparing for the arrival of hundreds of not-so-small pheasants. Only three escaped between crates and pen and we rounded them up later in a classic pincer movement. We also leveled the 'high chair' so that Steve's aim would be good as he prepares to guard the new arrivals from every fox in the district. We also logged and split a fallen Ash - just for fun. I now need a recipe for the sloes I picked - the one I have in mind involves gin!
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