Pheasant is happy to stay it seems. He has a bit of woods to hide in and now that the leaves are down he dissappears in the brown foliage except for his white collar and very red eye. Today I saw him pecking away at a little moss bed where I'd thrown millet for the sparrows. He has come by to gather millet at least two mornings that I've spotted. So today I added a little water bowl and some cracked corn. I hope he stays. I hope his mate is safe and blended somewhere back in those trees. I wonder how long it will be before someone decides to follow him and scare him off. I've seen him walking down the road like an old English country gentleman.
I heard a story today that I don't want to lose: Well, I suppose you just need to know this dog -- an old English bulldog (speaking of things old and english for some reason) that since passed by the name of Winston. He scared a female pheasant off her nest but was sure to go back and investigate. He wedged himself onto the eggs by carefully backing up and then squatting. This was a dog known for his ram-like attacks on the world he loved. He was a regular at the nest, sitting for a few days until the eggs disappeared (coyotes apparently). That Winston. What are they feeling? There is more and more evidence of animals like us but furrier and using four feet instead of two having a rich emotional life and perhaps an ethical one. They certainly demonstrate authentic caring. Thank you, Winston!
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