The weather changed yesterday, and not for the better. We went from nice sunny and relatively warm days, back to what feels like the end of winter again. Cold, rain, and fresh mud.
But as you know, Ollie has to go out, and today was no exception. So from 1:15 until 3:15, I set off walking around his usual favourite spots, wrapped up against the cold showers, and big boots on for the mud. On the third, or perhaps fourth, circuit of Hoe Rough, I spotted a plump male pheasant ahead of us, on the smaller side path. His vibrant plumage stood out magnificently in the gloom, and he seemed to be about some very important pheasant business, strutting purposefully along the path.
Ollie spotted him too, and without a heartbeat’s hesitation, took off at speed, his approach muffled by the soggy ground. I had no fear for Mr Pheasant. They usually fly off long before Ollie gets to within three feet of them, and I suspect my dog sees it as a game that he never wins. But on this occasion, whatever was preoccupying the stout game bird had diverted his attention long enough for Ollie to suddenly be upon him. With a loud fluttering of wings, and a characteristic pheasant squawk, the bird barely escaped from between Ollie’s paws, colliding with some small branches as he took off vertically into a nearby tree.
I was left lamenting the fact that we almost had pheasant for dinner tonight, and the bird lived to fight another day.
So it’s back to my planned meal of chicken and chorizo paella instead.
I’m sure it will be tasty enough.
Mixed emotions, Iβm sure. Gorgeous photo. Best to you, Pete.
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Thanks, Jennie. Not my photo though, I ‘found’ it online. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Itβs a good one! Best to you.
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I feel your pain regarding the weather Pete. We had a couple of inches of snow the beginning of the week. Happy April Fools Day indeed!
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Thanks, Kim. The sun came out today, but it feels very cold! π
Best wishes, Pete.
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I have never eaten pheasant although when we were driving to Centre Parcs last Friday we saw several of them pootling about and also several chaps with shotguns all dressed up obviously on the hunt for them.
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One of the issues with eating it is finding lead shot in the meat, and risking your teeth. But I do enjoy the rich taste of such game birds on occasion. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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I’m up for eating almost anything… I’ve just never had the opportunity.
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It’s on a lot of local restaurant menus around here, along with pigeon and partridge. π
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That bird is lucky, Ollie didn’t get him.
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He was lucky indeed, Arlene. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Jackie caught one once, mid flight as it was taking off, very impressive jump and catch.
I had to wrestle to get it off her and in the end, after plucking it, I let her have it.
I also caught one when I went pheasant beating in my teens, a lucky swing of the stick. I was allowed to keep it as well as pick up my wages for the day, Β£15 or a brace of pheasants.
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One of my local friends works part-time as a beater. She likes the exercise, and they get well-fed on the day too. π
Cheers, Pete.
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Chicken and chorizo sounds much better than pheasant! But well done to Ollie for trying.
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I am fond of game, Mary. But the substitute meal was very tasty. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Sport is always useful for health, for animals too. Ollie seems is a real hunter. Our cat – demissed 2012 – one day had a pheasant for meal. We only found some feathers in an old shed.
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That must have given your cat a very full belly, Michael. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Maybe, he wasnt seen over a week this time. At least we only saw the feathers. π¦
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wow! that was a close call! handsome bird though π
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That’s an Internet photo, Wilma. But it was exactly like that. π
(They are very tasty too!)
Best wishes, Pete.
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Ah the thrill of the pheasant chase. Warmest regards, Theo
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It livened Ollie up, and helped break his routine. For that, I am grateful to Mr Pheasant. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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And who would have had to pluck the bird? That’s a nasty chore…
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I am sure that plucking and gutting would have been down to me, Cindy. π
Best wishes, Pete. x
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I’m glad you and Ollie had another great adventure notwithstanding the crummy weather. I did find myself rooting for the pheasant even though it meant you only had chicken for dinner. π Maybe next time. π
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They are numerous around here. One wouldn’t be missed… π
Best wishes, Pete.
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This article was a pheasant surprise!
And, by the way, I’ve been pheasant hunting in Kansas. (Peasant hunting is illegal.)
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I was braced for the puns. Luckily, I tied myself to the mast! π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thanks Pete. This kindled memories. My granddad used to try and catch them. He was a hungry 30s child so an expert forager….
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I could gets lots around here, with an air-rifle or catapult. π
Let Ollie hone his skills, and one day…
Best wishes, Pete.
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Pheasant is tasty….we cannot have them here for they nest on the ground and we have fire ants that kill and eat everything in their way….so quail and pheasants are out of the question….better luck next time Ollie…..chuq
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We have yellow ants over on Hoe Rough. They live in big mounds, but don’t seem to bother any large wildlife. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Fire ants have a nasty bite that can get infected and send one to the ER……chuq
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HA! So close to a nice fresh meal!
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Ollie did his best, John. Maybe one day… π
Best wishes, Pete.
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What a lovely picture of the pheasant. I don’t think our dog minds birds but he’s out patrolling the garden for foxes. They have made a big tunnel under the fence. I tried to block it with flower pots as if they can get through so can he and we have already had to fetch him back from a garden in the next street.Trouble is, as soon as I block one hole they dig another one!
He has just had his summer haircut and looks very sleek – not the woolly dog in the previous photos.
Once I have sorted out my new phone I’ll take another picture.
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Thanks, Julie. Not my photo, I found it online. It was too wet to take my camera out today. I hope that you manage to stop your dog escaping again. We don’t see foxes in the garden here, unlike in London, where they strolled casually around the inner-city streets. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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I have never seen a pheasant (in the wild). I was married to an avid hunter but never had the interest. I once found a quail hiding in a box in my garage. We were both very surprised.
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Pheasants are so common here, and are usually seen dead at the roadside, killed by passing traffic. They are also bred extensively on local farms, for shooting. Ollie is always attracted to them, whilst ignoring most other birds. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Of course I’m on the pheasants side π€£ wondered where you’d got to today π
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Windows finished late yesterday afternoon, so I reblogged an old post before taking Ollie out. Thousands of pheasants get shot around here all the time, so I wouldn’t have minded if Ollie had got just one. π
Best wishes, Pete.
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Ah well, maybe next time π€£π€£
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(I found this comment in Spam. Just so you know. π )
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Argh. I am not getting notified of your posts til well after the posting now. π
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I haven’t had any notifications about your blog today. Will check the Readers. π¦
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Just about to do one, but don’t think you saw yesterdays.
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I commented on the bear and baby shoes earlier tonight. I looked it up on the Reader. π
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