A Partridge in a Pear Tree

We had the partridge. Now all we needed was the pear tree. At least that’s what I thought until Liam pointed out that the big fat bird wandering around our small garden to feed with the bully-boy crows was, in fact, a pheasant. Not as colourful as our usual pleasant pheasant with its red, gold and blue livery, but a pheasant all the same.

I’m told that pheasants aren’t the sharpest beaks in the aviary. I had this one practically eating out of my hand. A very friendly pheasant it was. Friendly enough to hop straight into the pot if I’d asked nicely. Friendly but dumb.

8 thoughts on “A Partridge in a Pear Tree

  1. It’s a pheasant hen – more prized for the pot (or the roasting tin) than the colourful pheasant cock as it’s more tender. I know, I know… stereotypes and all that, but it happens to be true. So keep an especially watchful eye over her!

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