Yup we have our own The Donald. Brash, outspoken, defiantly male, flamboyant, loves wearing red, got a bit of a bob (tail) on himself and as bold as brass, he loves to trump(et) his presence in the undergrowth.
Also The Donald – Donald Pleasance – Pleasant Pheasant [geddit? – Ed]. Decided to fly in to the chicken compound much to their alarm. Sandie ushered the girls away, and he calmly walked past her and out of the gate. Not a-feared at all! I think we shall be hearing and seeing a lot more of him. Back again this morning sneaking down the track.
Incidentally did you know that each male pheasant is unique – completely different to others in colouration and patterning! Can’t wait to get a close-up.
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