A pheasant hen decided to bring up her brood right on the doorstep last month.
I fed her on mealworms and before she ran to gobble them up she would shake all the chicks out from under her wings - all except this cheeky one.
He jumped out as soon as he realised what he was missing though.
She soon got used to living with us - even making sure she put our dog Tink in her place.
Before long, I was able to lift her wing and take out a chick to show my daughter, Lily. It was as though she were a broody hen rather than a wild pheasant!
Read more on the story by following this link to my latest column in the Yorkshire Post.
Lovely post, Robert!
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful to have this mom coming to you with her chicks.
She seems quite accustomed to people.
I love your paintings, they make feel like getting back to drawing myself, but I won't have time in the near future.
I have enjoyed spending a moment on your blog,
Cheers for now!