الأحد، 6 أكتوبر 2013

Pheasant in my rose garden

From my bathroom window, I glimpsed a pheasant in my rose garden.


I rushed downstairs with my camera, hoping to get closer to the bird. I had just enough time to obtain a poorly-focused closeup shot before Fitzroy scented the pheasant's presence, and chased him away.


In flight, a pheasant makes a strange sound, almost as if it had a motor. I can't imagine what kind of satisfaction a hunter obtains by firing at such a disoriented and defenseless creature.

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