So Taillaut came by about 12.30. I was on the phone to my sister. Lady H gave him last night's leftover roast chicken dinner. All that remained by the time I got to take this shot was a few peas and some roast squash skin (not bothered). He went up to the town hall to register to vote in next year's European elections (me not him) then we walked up the lanes, mushed up by the tractors in the melting snow. He bounded around the muddy fields. I saw a broken calf. T dug for ragondins. He came back with me and he sat and steamed in front of the house while Lady H and I put up the outdoor Christmas tree. Come teatime he moved on... to the next house for his next bowl of food...