On December 3, 2006, I looked out a back window and was surprised to see a pheasant (un faisan — the first syllable is pronounced as [fuh] and the second with a Z sound and a nasal Ã) prancing around in our back yard. We see them often but usually farther from the house. Out in the vineyard, Tasha flushes them out when she hears one down a vine row.
When I first saw him, he was looking straight ahead — at what, I don't know.
Then he saw me spying on him from the window. He didn't stay long. Anyway, I was getting ready to go out for the morning walk with Tasha, so it was time for him to go.
A week or two ago, Walt saw a pheasant marching down the paved street past our front gate, headed out into the vineyard.
Pretty bird,
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful bird, Ken! Thanks for these pictures ;-)1
ReplyDeleteYou are lucky to see such a beautiful bird so often.
ReplyDeleteI've certainly never seen a pheasant in person!
ReplyDeleteHe's beautiful, especially against that green grass!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful bird and photos. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteBettyAnn