I have a Peacock known and loved by us all. He’s called Narcissus, and true to his name, is mostly found framed by, or admiring his reflection in, a window. He’s quite the curmudgeon and gourmand. Shouting if we are too noisy, and shunning bird food, particularly the type specified for Peacocks. Go figure. Anyway, we purchased him with the house, a sort of perching tenant. Narcissus, is like the Ravens at the Tower of London,talisman, gatekeeper and quite an arse really.

Recently he took himself off for a wander and forgot to find his way home. So, on a busy Saturday morning and having not totally factored in a massive detour in our itinerary, Baby 3 and I armed with a bag of Cheerios, yes! herded our lad back up the hill, to once again be the faithful (really ???), retainer of our happy home.

Only in Dorset…..