I try to do my bit by cooking venison at least once a month.

Don’t think I’d eat hedgehog. Too fiddly.

A cheese and pineapple hedgehog was a staple of any good kids party.

My bro in law lives at Cannock Chase and the deer are a real driving hazard

A guy I know in work culls them in the South of Ireland and is good for some venison from time to time but I imagine I'd find it hard to shoot something like that.

Dunno it looks a bit plane to me, I think he's winging it. Feathers.

Birdstrike is no laughing matter. Bet the pilot shat him/herself. Amazing photo though.

The standard aerospace engineering test used to involve throwing chicken carcasses down the wind tunnel at cockpit prototypes. Nutso.

Can we fire them into a 757 engine?

poprock wrote:

Birdstrike is no laughing matter. Bet the pilot shat him/herself. Amazing photo though.

I always thought 'birdstrike' makes it sound like an intentional attack.

So yoshi has been doing a lot better and is back to his normal weight, and bloods and urine have definitely suggested a big return to normal. So happy with the medication.

However, he still has this goiter in his neck that the Edinburgh Uni Vet people are wanting to ensure doesn't become cancerous etc.

Therefore he is going in next Friday for radiation treatment. As he is an "unusual" cat (per uni feedback) he is getting a high dose which may leave him hypothyroid - which isn't the end of the world as it can be medicated.

However, the main thing is that because of the nature of the treatment and that we have a baby in the house, he has to stay at The Royal Dick (yes, that's the name of the Edinburgh Uni Vet dept) for four weeks as we can't have a radioactive cat in the house with a baby.

Means that as of next week we will not have our boy for month.

When I was a kid , our wee dog going into season heralded a few weeks of insanity. This was a time when dogs roamed freely. Our front garden was horny dog central.

My dad came downstairs one morning to be greeted by a small male dog. How the fuck he got in we will never know. He started to growl at my dad....big mistake - old school shipyard boot up the arse out the front door - back to the pack of hopeful suitors.

There was a bonkers golden lab that tried to mount my brother and I in school (we went to a local primary). It had to be put down eventually after he mounted our next door neighbour who was 7 months pregnant at the time.

Despite best intentions, love always seemed to find a way. We had several litters of pups and we gave them away as per the traditions of 70s working class areas. Our Heinz 57 offspring no doubt made local posties' lives a misery for years. I was told when I was older that my dad drowned one litter.

My parents being of modest means followed the stratagem of tolerate-and-wait , believing it would get better as the dog aged but it seemed to get worse - they eventually paid for her to be "doctored". I think that was post-litter-drown as my Dad couldn't face that again.

We got are kids old pants and cut holes in them for the dog tails and invented our very own DoggyForm so do that.  Works a treat but you obvs don’t take them out in public looking like that for oh, the shame.

We're totally going to need pics of this.

davyK wrote:

When I was a kid , our wee dog going into season heralded a few weeks of insanity. This was a time when dogs roamed freely. Our front garden was horny dog central. My dad came downstairs one morning to be greeted by a small male dog. How the fuck he got in we will never know. He started to growl at my dad....big mistake - old school shipyard boot up the arse out the front door - back to the pack of hopeful suitors. There was a bonkers golden lab that tried to mount my brother and I in school (we went to a local primary). It had to be put down eventually after he mounted our next door neighbour who was 7 months pregnant at the time. Despite best intentions, love always seemed to find a way. We had several litters of pups and we gave them away as per the traditions of 70s working class areas. Our Heinz 57 offspring no doubt made local posties' lives a misery for years. I was told when I was older that my dad drowned one litter. My parents being of modest means followed the stratagem of tolerate-and-wait , believing it would get better as the dog aged but it seemed to get worse - they eventually paid for her to be "doctored". I think that was post-litter-drown as my Dad couldn't face that again.

I quote to show I appreciate a good post.

I also love the wayback machine Davy posts. Top stuff. I couldn't help but remember Seamus Heaney lessons in school as a kid.

Ah man, she sounds like such a delicate girl. I bet she's a lovely nature, just a bit shook from her earlier life. I'm sure you giving her the love will be fine and soothe her, coops.

I look forward to having a dog again, had them when I was a kid, haven't been able to since (work etc), but the 'new normal' has me thinking I could (wfh 3d pw). If/when I do, it'll be a rescue dog.