Spot the pheasant!
As you all had so much fun with the bird riddle I figured I could feature another one.
To make things easier, the search photos contain a much larger bird.
The pheasant.
Of all the scatterbrained fluffballs populating this country, the pheasant seems to range among the most scatterbrained.
Usually a very shy bird, it tends to shun populated areas, except in winter when it comes sneaking in to eat the grains the smaller birds drop at their feeding places.
It will take off - emitting loud and somewhat hooting noises - when spotting a human. The same applies for scary noises, like the “clonk-twanggggg” that the lock of our door leading onto the terrace makes when finally yielding to our wish to pull it open.
On the other hand, the pheasant is the bird that discomfits me the most when spotting it by the roadside.
It will sit in the grass staring at the road.
It will continue to do that until your car is almost upon it.
Then it will leasurely start crossing the road.
If it looks as if you’ve been really close already and will pass the bird before it reaches your path, it will then speed up in a spirited attempt to still get flattened by your car.
Feathered lemmings they must be, I dunno.
Oh, yeah, right, here’s some photos of our winter guest:
Then I decided to chance going outside, which startled fluffybrains into running into the shrubbery.
Can you see him hiding from the two-legged noisy monster?
I then sat down inside the doorframe (freezing my ass off, I might add) and waited.
After a while sillywings seemed to be unsure about why he was sitting behind a bush.
Had there been something that posed a danger or not? Hm.
Apparently not willing to chance too much, he then started strutting up and down along the fence, occasionally ducking behind a convenient shrub.
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Now, the odd thing is, at least two pheasants seem inclined to stay here for good.
When I came walking around the house three days ago to pick the first budding autumn crocus ramsons, there was a hectic flapping of wings and some hooting emanating from a pheasant fleeing into the next garden behind the fence.
After a while I heard some other noises, and discovered that there were two pheasants on the neighbours’ lawn, having a heated discussion concerning territory.
I ran and fetched my cam, but the damned buggers kept moving about so fast that there was always something in my line of vision.
This last photo was the only one I managed to snap off, showing at least one of them, with the other one being behind the neighbours’ rhododendron.
Looks like they’re moving into the village for good.
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In other news, there will be a bunch of photo posts coming up shortly.
This is mutating into a photo blog.







April 6th, 2010 at 10:31 pm
Spotting the pheasant is a lot easier than those other darn birds.
April 6th, 2010 at 11:07 pm
I hate pheasants near roads. They are the most feather brained birdie dipshits this side of lala land
April 7th, 2010 at 4:31 am
I can see the hiding pheasant. It hides its head and thinks it is safe, but is too stupid to hide its tail.
Is it legal to shoot and eat these pheasants in your village?
April 7th, 2010 at 10:21 pm
@ Frans: Could be the size…
@ Pan: Lalaland…?
@ David: Um, this is not America. You can’t just tote your gun (if you have a gun, that is) at something and pull the trigger.
April 8th, 2010 at 1:05 pm
If you have a hunting license, sure it is. In the right time of the year, with the right birds, anyway.
April 8th, 2010 at 8:13 pm
Inside the city (village) limits?! I strongly doubt that.
April 9th, 2010 at 7:23 pm
Mmmm…nothing better than roasted pheasant.
I like it even better than turkey.
Silly things, indeed. Hiding and not remembering they have tail feathers.
April 9th, 2010 at 11:24 pm
Our stupid pheasant is not for eating. He’s been our guest! *glares*
April 10th, 2010 at 6:24 pm
Well no, not within the village proper, but in my parents’ garden it’d be allowed for instance.
My parents don’t allow the hunters to pass over to their terrain of course, so my parents’ property is some kind of wildlife refuge during hunting season. They feel locked in when that happens though, since they’re afraid the wildlife will run straight to the hunters if they leave the house.