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Sunday 22 November 2015

Cacophony

Well my dears, such a racket to be had; as you know we have, in the past been most fortunate to make the acquaintance of a fine and dandy gentleman called Cedric Pheasant. He has for many years past our small estate each Autumn and always paid us the coutresy of dropping by on his travels for a tasty morsel and catch up with affairs. Over the years we have seen him and members of his family come and go; my what a pleasure it is indeed to see them in their finery, in the most becoming of autumnal shades - the male of the species are quite outgoing and never afraid to wear the brightest of shades. It is always such a pleasure to hear them as they enter the estate, a cacophony of chatter, shouts and wing beating to be heard. Why the poor field fare, thrush and robin families were quite startled by the noise and briefly rose, as one, to leave fearing danger. My, my the noise; however soon all was restored and all settled to breakfast together in the orchard. Such a beautiful sight and sound, a joy to behold.

Much to my absolute delight, my guardians have a week of respite from their formal toil which means the enjoyment of a slightly slower pace, lie ins, late breakfasts and pottering about. This very week my guardians are blessed to enjoy their 33rd wedding anniversary, a fact they plan to celebrate with a bracing walk and afternoon tea in a little establishment near the coast, and perhaps a viewing of some particularly fine art at a local gallery. Thus sated, they will return and we will enjoy a quiet evening as a family.

In between times however, preparations must begin for the festive season, as much to my guardians consternation, and knowing that it comes around with alarming regularity, it appears to be eminently upon us. Oh my. It has to be said however that sense will prevail and whence the festive period is upon us, all preparations will be safely in place.

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