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Post by oldmoleskins on Sept 21, 2006 19:37:30 GMT
This 'black ' pheasant hasn't been seen since the Spring Shagfest... but came to the back door to be fed today, still wattled up, presumably still "at it":  |
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Post by Plocket on Sept 21, 2006 20:26:34 GMT
That is one sexy bird!!! My sister is married to a farmer's son and they have loads of pheasants nearby. There's one which seems to know the hunting calendar and hides when it's the season, but appears the day after the all clear! I guess they aren't as daft as they seem!!!
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Post by Chuckles on Dec 8, 2006 21:04:16 GMT
Reading through some old threads and came across your old friend OM, is he still about. He's very handsome It took me back to when OH was a Game Keeper. One year he bought me a sickly young hen pheasant home. She lived in a box with a heated bulb over her and I fed her with a syringe day and night until she was on her legs again. She was then kept in my living room in a bigger box. After about 10 days she started to roost on the top of a welsh dresser so back to the woods for her. She was very very very small but now well enough to be released. OH told all the guns not to shoot the very very very small bird. He used to come home and tell me he'd seen her and she was fine. Then the dreaded day came when he told me she'd been shot  |
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Post by oldmoleskins on Dec 9, 2006 9:52:44 GMT
I'ts a bit of a thing, this shooting lark - if you drive, say from London to Norwich, you'll see thousands of pheasants on the way. In fact if you drove for just 20 minutes around here, you will see hundreds, possibly a thousand, plus partridges... and if there was no shooting, no release of those thousands, they would be a rarity, hardly ever seen...
Luckily for sentimentalists (like me) while the old boy in the pic is still probably with us, I can't be sure, one way or the dreadful other, because he's been joined by the daily flock of a couple of dozen who move through the place on their 'round'. There are 3 or 4 'black' ones and you can't tell them apart...
Come February, the end of the shooting season - and lessening natural food - the survivors will become tamer, one or two will eat from your hand and become favourites...until October!
OM.
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