As a hunting companion, I'm a failure

As usual this morning, I walked into the bathroom to take my shower. Galen was sitting on the (closed) toilet seat, staring attentively at the ceiling and chirruping.

Even in my semi-awake state I interpreted this as his moth-hunting behavior. Yup, there was a small one on the ceiling. So, I stood on the toilet and brushed the moth with a broom to dislodge it.

...at which point, instead of coming down where Galen could eat it, the moth fluttered away and disappeared. Galen stayed in the bathroom for another fifteen minutes, waiting semi-patiently.

I apologized, but he still gave me a dirty look.

What I'm reading: Carol Berg, Flesh and Spirit

Playing with my train set

The quote comes from Lenny Henry in Chef! - he's a two-star professional chef and he has a day off. So he spends it in the kitchen trying new recipes.

And that's pretty much what I did.
( Saturday )

( Sunday )

Scallion or onion tart etc.
( Ally Allium oxen free )