Tibby and Barny

I'm glad Hilary didn't name the goose while we were there. I might not have been able to let Jason cook it if it had a name.... she has since posted photos of it on facebook and called it Barny, which suits it as it is (eh, was) a Barnacle Goose. It had a wild free life and it was very much appreciated for its taste after its demise. Here is Tibby getting it on with Barny's removed head. She let out low growls to anyone who went near her while she was toying with the goose head.

Sunday Morning (and evening)

The swiiming pool is across the road from Hilary's house, so handy. And right next door to the Bowmore Distillery. Shame that everything is shut on a Sunday. When you think that most folk ar visiting for the weekend, it makes a lot of sense to me to open on a Sunday, but it's probably some religious island thing.

Just before it goes in the oven

Jason cooked the goose on Sunday night when we got back. He absolutely loved it. So did the cats. I wasn't too keen, a bit too strong tasting for me. It tasted not unlike beef and I can't have my burds tasting like beef, that's just wrong.

Tibby talks when asked

Tibby had just done that thing that cats do when they see something that they want to attack but they can't because they are indoors. It's a bit like opening your mouth and clacking your teeth together. She had just done this for a minute or so and stopped as soon as I got my camera. So I asked her to do it again for me. And she did. Twice!

Pppphhhheathers, says Silvester

Jason managed to look like the cat who got caught in the canary cage after plucking the bird. You can't make out all the feathers so I highlighted them!

The Goose!

So here is the goose being plucked. Jason was actually really looking forward to this part. I can't imagine anything worse. It sounded like velcro being ripped off. There is maybe one thing more disgusting...

Goose liver, yuk!

Jason cooked up the goose liver (eh yuk) and he, James and Hilary all tried it, weirdos that they are. In order to counterbalance the horrible picture of the liver, I have given you a lovely picture of some posies that were on Hilary's table.