Well hung, sir!

      On a four day long distance patrol to darkest Berkshire, me driving and the boss in the turret, we spot some tasty countryside pursuits dangling by a front door.
      The two brace of pheasants,two cocks and two hens, hung in the porch for three days before they were taken indoors, or pinched.
      They're a common enough sight in West Norfolk but not in suburban Berkshire and certainly not hanging by a front door.
      Full marks to the shooter we say and get that pot roast going, the Burgundy opened and enjoy the aromas of game cooking.
      Wonder what's for dinner tonight?