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Reaching the final of Masterchef 2007 was a rollercoaster of emotion, with huge highs and lows, but I loved every minute and learnt a huge amount. I owe a great deal to John and Gregg who had faith in my ability when I did not believe in myself. Since competing on the programme my life has changed considerably. I now write cookery columns for two magazines, give cookery demonstrations and am just working on my 13th cook book - unlucky number for some but not for me!!! I love all forms of country cooking, using seasonal and locally sourced produce. This blog is to enable me to share with you a few of my recipes and baking ideas. Enjoy Hannah xxxx
Thursday, 30 April 2009
It is peacock mating season which means Wilfred the Peacock starts his early morning calling at about 5am and wakes us up! The only upside of this early morning wake up call is getting to see him displaying his beautiful tail for the peahen who I have to say doesn't seem at all interested in him! Perhaps like us she is just wanting a bit of peace and quiet!!!!
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Beautiful Hannah!
He is very beautiful indeed. We have some peacocks that live on an estate just down the lane from ours and they are quite annoyingly early risers!
Isn't he splendid!
My friend's peacock has been threatened with a ASBO by the council!!!!
Celia
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Oooooh your blog is a treat to visit. I just discovered it via Lucy's.
Splenid peacock photos :o)
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Sumea
I regularly have to 'fight' my way past them to get to my office door just a few houses from where I live. Other than that they make their presence felt through the night with their 'song'! Lovely, wouldn't be without them.
He's a handsome boy! I bet she's just playing hard to get!
Spectacular! I would love to see that outside of my window every day!
They are stunning...I think Woburn safari park has some albino peacocks too, which are just as stunning in their own way.
My cousins live on a smallholding with peacocks roaming around, and they told us that it's unlucky to keep peacock feathers in the house. I wonder where that old wives' tale comes from?
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