Fron Avalus,
a pheasant on my way from work. It was picking up stuff from the ground and did not mind me that much. Then a lady with a small unleashed dog came by and the pheasant chose to retreat.
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Reminds me of the old tongue-twister:
“I’m not the pheasant plucker, I’m the pheasant plucker’s mate. I’m only plucking pheasants ’cause the pheasant plucker’s late.”
Pheasants are so pretty!