Garden news again: more visitors
A charming sight at lunchtime: a hen pheasant with seven young ones walking behind her in a line. After a while the babies disappeared but Mama sat on the fence for ages and took no notice of me, even when I opened the door to get the post.
Sorry, I couldn't get a picture.
Sorry, I couldn't get a picture.
One of the funniest things I've ever seen is a line of teenage pheasants who ran along in front of Howard's bike as if he was herding them.