What the…? There’s a pheasant in my garden!
Woke up this morning to find a peahen wandering around my garden.
It was her lucky day because of my two cats that spotted her, she was chased off by Skinny, the one who to this day hasn’t even managed to catch a fly, much less anything furry or feathery. She does however very proudly brings us discarded feathers she’s found which she lays at our feet. How do we know she’s not a natural born hunter? A field mouse once ran over her paw one evening (t was quite dark) and my useless but adorable cat actually looked the other way trying to figure out what just happened … bless.