Tuesday, 25 October 2011

Up the road afternoon # 2

A cock pheasant hunkers down when it see us among the grass and late dandelion clocks, then flies up, tail trailing, chestnut brown and bottle green and sealing wax red.


Crafty Green Poet said...

lovely description! They always seem to prefer to try to avoid flying, don't they?

Lucy said...

Yes, poor things, you get the feeling they really aren't designed for it. Of course domestic chickens are descended from a kind of pheasant.

Thanks for keeping on coming back here even when I'm less than assiduous about doing so myself!