I’m not a pheasant plucker I’m a pheasant plucker’s son

on Feb 27 in Uncategorized by

This guy turned up at our bird table this afternoon. I was disproportionally excited.

A visitor

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7 Comments

  • Morticia says:
    February 27, 2007 at 7:09 pm

    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.

  • (un)relaxeddad says:
    February 27, 2007 at 9:43 pm

    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!)

  • Paul says:
    February 28, 2007 at 9:04 pm

    To reply to Morticia there, there’s a reason peasants keep getting shot. They’re revolting.

    Boom Boom.

  • Morticia says:
    March 1, 2007 at 4:55 pm

    ‘groan’ ;-)

  • Oli says:
    March 6, 2007 at 1:14 pm

    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.

  • Kristina says:
    March 8, 2007 at 3:44 pm

    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?

  • Dan says:
    March 8, 2007 at 4:13 pm

    I don’t know about Frog and Toad, but there is certainly a proper badger in The Wind in the Willows.