Last week I went to get my grand dad's barn ready to paint. It seems that he and my great-uncle have wound up with a pet pheasant. Neither one of them knows where it came from. I've never heard of such a thing, but it seems healthy and friendly.
Here she is when she first walked up after my arrival, surprising the heck out of me.
And here she is hanging out on the roof of the barn with me. I think she's curious, if birds can be curious.
It’s Cervid Courtship Season! Yay.
1 week ago
That is unusual. Does anybody in the area pen raise pheasants for stocking? She might be an escapee or released bird that's used to being fed by people.
ReplyDeleteThat was my thought too. There was a guy a couple miles away raising them, but he stopped a couple years back. I think she escaped from a canned hunt or something.
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