Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings. ~ Victor Hugo
Suzy and I wandered into the kitchen just in time to see two very happy pheasants feasting on the fermented seed from our bird feeders. They are very skittish so we moved slowly so as not to bother them. Living next to protected growth patch of land has it’s privileges. There is so much life happening there and we get to witness it year-round.
The male has a call very much like a vintage car. The female is quiet and well camouflaged. The move up and down the street for an area about a mile long and a quarter mile deep. I have borrowed these pictures from the Internet because I can’t quite get close enough to snap a shot myself. But these pictures very closely capture what we are seeing, delighting in the nature that surrounds us.