A pheasant burst from the bushes Screeching its colourful cry Fingernails on blackboard boards Ungainly skip to the sky Pheasants are birds for certain But must have been at the back of the queue When flying skills were meted out Panicked bobbing, gait askew Yet they must have been at the front For their feathers of burnished gold Sleek heads of green and wattled reds Shades of gemstones bright and bold The female of the family may feel she has been cheated But her subdued shades of brown Means she’s less likely to be eated.
Pheasants have been bursting from the bushes every time I go for a walk lately, so I thought I better write about them. I’ve always felt a bit sorry for the female pheasants and their subdued feathers compared to their male counterparts, but it turns out they’re much better able to camouflage themselves and their young, consequently they’re less likely to end up on a dinner plate. A quick search of images also revealed they’re quite beautiful up close.
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That’s a lovely observation of pheasants. Definitely need flying and vocal tuition though x
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I agree, though I think they already take lessons in how to startle unsuspecting dog walkers by launching themselves from shrubbery 😚