Well, a first for me this morning: put down the breakfast bowls, let out the chickens, and a few minutes later that male pheasant flew in and headed straight for the feeding station. My view from the house was interrupted, but a minute or so later saw him being chased from the area by Ystrad, one of this year's pullets. They were really facing off, and she was getting the better of him. Astonishing thing was most of the rest of the flock - including roos! - all left the feeding station and were all behind her, watching proceedings.
In due course the pheasant decided discretion was the better part of valour and ducked into a border, while Ystrad headed back for a well earned (and apparently rudely interrupted) breakfast.
I am seriously wondering if that pheasant is trying to join the flock. Of course anything must be better than being shot at in the woods nearby, where he probably grew up.
In due course the pheasant decided discretion was the better part of valour and ducked into a border, while Ystrad headed back for a well earned (and apparently rudely interrupted) breakfast.
I am seriously wondering if that pheasant is trying to join the flock. Of course anything must be better than being shot at in the woods nearby, where he probably grew up.