Good Morning dear friends - ooo I do love Sundays as I can put my paws up and relax.
...although it soon became apparent the waffle wasn't for me and 'er what feeds me sent me on my merry way up the garden!
Well, I thought I was having a bad day folks just missing out on a raspberry waffle but then I heard gun shot! I looked up and saw Cyril the Squirrel come hurtling over the fence and keel over. The humanbean fella who puts lots of nuts n seeds n fatty balls out for the birds must have tried to shoot Cyril the Squirrel as he likes to snaffle the birdie food when nobody is looking! Well, I scooped Cyril up, he wasn't shot - just stunned - I took him home to his Mrs but then realised something...
Jemmy had employed Cyril the Squirrel as Fitness Trainer for Sebby-Coo-Coo the Mafia Racing Pigeon. Lots of folk enter a Racing Pigeon in to the Annual Big Race. With the Trainer sick what could we do to keep Sebby Coo-Coo our prize racer in top form!?
I was rather doubtful about the presents as Jemmy gave Sebby Coo-Coo a aerodynamic speed skaters helmet and a pair of the trendiest running trainers. I wanted to say Sebby just needs to flap his wings a lot but I couldn't question the ol rabbit boss could I!?
However the Speedy Feed Deluxe Birdie Seed did seem to put a sparkle in Sebby Coo-Coo small birdie peepers so we were hopeful!
I had to travel to the Isle of Wight to let Sebby Coo-Coo go at the Start of the race, I traveled up with The Ferret Federation Boss who also had a pigeon in the Race.
(See my past blog to see what happened to Gizzy and I when the Sat Nav started instructing directions in Mandarin.)
Anyway, all the Racing Pigeons flapped orf fast from the Isle of Wight and when I arrived back home I found out Sebby Coo Coo had won The Big Race!
Watch your whiskers out there and beware of imitations... Bless you all and Ta Ta.