For the cooks. Fifteen female pheasants strolled down the track, cool as you like, no explanation, no please or thank you.
Not the first time we have seen it, some years ago returning from Llandod we witnessed something similar and they were spread over the countryside. We had several in the grounds, then they dispersed or vanished, never knowingly seen again.
From whence? To where? Why?
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