The alarming but happy croaks? barks? of pheasants playing in the fog #birdcallout
There's an island just around the corner from us with a rather large population, some of whom migrated to the mainland. This handsome fella and eir friends now consider our neighbourhood home. They are absurdly ridiculous, and all of the people on my street feel rather possessive and protective of them
Imagine the physical comedy, big emotions and chaos energy of a Muppet; that's our neighbourhood pheasants

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