Milking this morning the farmer I worked for offered me seven pheasants that he had shot whilst I was milking for him. These pheasants are being shot out of season because they are coming in to the silage pits in large numbers potentially causing a health issue for the cows as they shit everywhere. The farm I milk on sits between two shoots and pheasants coming in to food storage areas and damaging freshly sown crops is a problem each year as we come in to the Spring.
So this morning I arrived home with seven pheasants, which I stripped off just the breasts, putting the rest of the carcass of each bird where I know foxes cross over the back of our property. Those foxes are going to think Christmas and birthdays have arrived at once when they cross up there tonight.
The breasts I then slow cooked with a chopped onion, some garlic cloves, a jar of sun-dried tomatoes, herbs and chicken stock for six hours. This evening I then made a slow cooked pheasant lasagna. Pheasant does work really well in lasagna.
“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you,but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
― Samuel Butler
Me (Jane) with Puddin' and Teagol, waiting patiently to flush a patch of kale, December 2019
Hello, I am Jane!