What is the last thing you learned?

At the moment, I’m living rural side, so cross paths with a gamekeeper from time to time. I don’t like anything he stands for, so try and keep time around him as brief as.

However, it’s quite handy for intel, sometimes.

The other morning after a short walk with  Himself, I was driving us right into sticksville.

On the way, I thought I saw what were very young pheasant haring across a vast open field. I was puzzled, to say the least. It is totally the wrong time of the year for the little ones to be about.

This is where said gamekeeper comes into play. I asked him about the birds. He puffs himself up, knowing all, looks at this know nothing-from-the-city and informs me they are not young pheasant but quails..So, there we have it.