Goodness, Gracious, Great (well, tiny) Balls of Fluff

Just when I thought I could relax over the fate of various baby animals with our tadpoles safely mutated into frogs, a new worry presents itself. As I rode into the drive yesterday afternoon I was confronted by the following sight

Pheasant and chicks

A mama pheasant, teaching her little fluffballs-on-legs that the safest thing to do when confronted by a wheeled predator was to crouch down and disguise yourself as a bit of the driveway… truly they are the bird brains of the bird world.

pheasant chick

there’s a baby pheasant in there somewhere – unfortunately this was taken with my phone, not the other half’s excellent camera

After a while mama and chicks dispersed into the undergrowth that was once the neighbour’s flower bed, which was probably sensible from the not-getting-run-over point of view, but less so given the presence of his cat. I’m not, on the whole, a huge fan of pheasants as they’re garden pests and a road hazard to boot (it’s hard to keep your composure on a bike when one waits until you’re almost alongside it to rocket out of the verge past your ear yelling blue murder) but the babies are rather sweet, and I don’t want to have to be dealing with any stripy fluffy corpses on my doorstep… and the cat has a distressing tendency to play with her food.

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5 Responses to Goodness, Gracious, Great (well, tiny) Balls of Fluff

  1. Matthew W. says:

    I saw this & thought of you & the ASBO Buzzard: http://road.cc/content/news/85854-riding-scotland-beware-buzzards

    It doesn’t say whether he was wearing a hat or not.

  2. disgruntled says:

    It’s not just me then!

  3. Charles says:

    Well they taste quite nice when grown up and roasted. I have dined off road kill pheasant for years, if I get their before a fox. Feathers also work well in trout flies, and the cock pheasant does look beautiful, all in all, bird brained or not, I love them.

  4. Andy in Germany says:

    We had a duckling wander into the college last week, cheeping away and presumably looking for relatives. What it found was a bunch of carpenters, so it hid under a car which wasn’t the most sensible idea really. Fortunately the caretaker saw what was happening and rescued the poor thing.
    Not sure what the caretaker did with the duckling though, and come to think of it, they were having a barbecue later.

  5. disgruntled says:

    @Charles – I think I’ll wait till they’re a bit bigger…
    @Andy – mmm, crispy!

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