How honesty denied Fern a very special BARF meal today.I only had time to give Fern a quick run today. I bundled her into the car and instead of driving her straight down the lane to the farm where she was born -went via the nearest town's butcher. Although the freezer is full of meat it is all
hers and I had nothing to cook for us tonight.
So by the time I got to the farm (with bag of lambs liver on the floor of the passenger seat well, for our liver and bacon dinner
), it was about 3.30pm and Fern was pacing about in the back of the car muttering excitedly, torn between the enticing smell of raw liver and the enticing smell of the countryside (with all those luverlee game birds just
waiting to be flushed from their bolt holes).
As I drove past the farmyard I noticed all the extra four wheel drives parked at the far end...and then I remembered that there was a shoot today
. I usually keep away on those days out of courtesy as I do not know the order of drives. I could have kicked myself for forgetting. Fern was by now desperate to get out of the car and it was too late to drive to another of her walks.
We got to one of the bridleways just in time to meet the beaters, dogs and farmer loading up the trailer ready to move off to the next drive. After a bit of teasing on his part about my poor memory he said it was fine to walk down past the wood, as they had just finished there, so off we went.
They had certainly saved a few birds for the next shoot, for Fern spent the next hour happily flushing between two and three dozen pheasant, who having fled the wood earlier and were all taking cover in the copses either side of the bridleway all neatly popped themselves straight back in to the wood
Nice tidy little dog, my Fern
On the way back to the car I noticed a shot french partridge that had been missed by the picker uppers. It was lying by the hedge on the bridleway and was still warm. I picked it up and looked to see where the next drive was so I could add it to their bag. I couldn't see or hear them though. I put it in the car on the floor next to the bag of liver. Our dinner next to er -
her dinner? All I could think of was how much Fern would enjoy a partridge for her dinner and how easy it would be to part pluck it and leave her to it
.
Honesty got the better of me and I left it with the farmers wife at the farmhouse on the way home. Fern had chicken mince, whizzed veg and an extra large chicken wing tonight.
Thanks for all the nice comments about this thread. Good luck to everybody embarking on BARF