Greetings, Manor Hors! Periodically, "The Roving Pecker" presents urgent missives from filthy esteemed guest writers. Today's is from D'Hermitage! ------------------------------------- Did you know? The Pets of Peckerwood Manor have long kept secret diaries, and no one has known what they've been writing. Until now! Lucky for you, I stole some pages from a few and can now share their hush-hush scribbles:  FROM THE DIARY OF SCOUT: "Normally, I don’t get unduly agitated before 10am, but I had to attend a funeral last month - mobster related, thus the glamour scarf early in the day. I cannot say more than that. However, there was spaghetti served after the funeral and it must be discussed! The meatballs in it were dee-vine, so I told everyone: 'Look! Bacon!' and a race ensued…in the opposite direction. Thanks for the tip, Nubs (of the House of Baconette). Recall rocks! And spaghetti!" FROM THE DIARY OF ABBIE:  "Me and dad usually play char...

Greetings, Manor Hors! Periodically, "The Roving Pecker" presents urgent missives from filthy esteemed guest writers. Today's is from D'Hermitage! ---------------------------------------------- Peckers! Welcome to the virgin issue of "Morning Wood," the latest addition to the manor where we start your day in green - meaning nature matters, the birds and the bees, the moss and the trees, famous people adjacent, and some-such morning activities. But not the numbered ones! We are not savages after all. I know, I know, when you think morning wood, Judi Dench is not what comes to mind, but today, we change that. Why-the-trunk-not? Because Judi Dench (Dame to the monarchists), loves wood all day long. Yes, the living one. Judi Dench is a hor for trees! Shush your hor mouth you say? Au contraire. She has lots of trees and other vegetation, and she names her trees in memory of her friends. I don’t know how the Linnaean nomenclature peeps feel about that, but she’s...