This guy turned up at our bird table this afternoon. I was disproportionally excited.
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This guy turned up at our bird table this afternoon. I was disproportionally excited.
Total raised so far: £4195 ($7865)
The Appeal
Roll of Honour
Wow, but sadly peasants are really quite dim, you’d think after generations of them being shot they would have some kind of collective consciousness that warns them to stay away from people in general and people with guns in particular. But no, even if you shout ‘bang’ at a pheasant it just looks at you as if you are a bit mad.
So where was the pheasant two hours later? Or are you going to hang it until you get back from Chicago? (Well, it’s free-range!)
To reply to Morticia there, there’s a reason peasants keep getting shot. They’re revolting.
Boom Boom.
‘groan’ ;-)
There are no standard proportions which could be applied to the excitement of seeing pheasants. They are exciting.
And stupid.
And not actually all that tasty.
Coming from someone who lives in North American pheasant country, it seems that badgers are not the only thing that is entirely different over here.
For the record, when I think of a badger, I think of an English badger. Wasn’t there an illustrated badger character in the “Frog and Toad” books?
I don’t know about Frog and Toad, but there is certainly a proper badger in The Wind in the Willows.