Hearing a soft "woohooooooo", I glanced up to see our local pheasant standing a few yards away. He's a lovely lad, even though he did lose his tail a few months ago. But it's growing back nicely and is about halfway to being its full length now.
If he's around when I'm sorting the chicken food out, he usually comes over for his share of breakfast. The usual routine is that he waits near the door while I take a handful of mixed corn and put it on the ground a few yards away.. He then munches, while my cat sits at the door watching the pheasant and trying to work out whether he's too big to tackle. Zac has been trying to work that out for the last couple of years.
This morning was a bit different though. This time, instead of stopping near the door the pheasant decided to come right in! That might have been a bit more than Zac would tolerate, so I quickly grabbed some corn and gently ushered him back outside. I fed Mr Pheasant in his usual spot, Zac watched him and everything returned to normal.
Picture by David Croad