All that is left . . . .

Just as I was saving last night's blip, a car drew up at the house and there at the door was my friendly neighbouring farmer, with a goose! A huge, just shot, ultra fresh goose. What could I do, but accept. Greeks bearing gifts is one thing, Orcadians bearing geese is something else! "You'll not get fresher than this!" he stated. No, not unless it was still alive! His fields are thick with them, so at dusk he was out, culling a few.

What do you do with a dead goose? While I worked out where I could hang it overnight I laid in on the kitchen floor. Ollie was most intrigued, had a good sniff at it, a bit suspiciously, and when it declined to play, he lost interest in it completely! It is a whopper of a bird, but it is tricky to know what sort of age it might be. Rather than risk roasting it and it being a tough old bird, I am just going to casserole the breast meat instead.

Now, socks! Are you all serious? I'll get knitting and when I have a good stock I'll let you know how you can get hold of them if you still want them!

btw these are not actually goose feathers, just some I came across on our walk today!