500 guesses. What just dropped beside my wife's plate as she ate her tea on our patio. The severed head of a dead mouse. The wife has lost her appetite, but a pair of magpies in the field that adjoins our house are laughing their socks off.
The magpies seem to be growing in number - and getting bolder. At any rate I hope that your Chablis was sufficiently chilled, my Lord.
I had to raise my finger to indicate to the butler that it needed moving. You just cannot get good servants these days. Actually, I had to be called from my PC, and I buried it in the garden.
Can you do a report of the tactics the magpies employed whilst dispensing of said mouse? Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk