Watched the pheasant,mooching about the borders, turning over leaves probably searching for grubs and other delicacies.
Later I saw him again on the lawn and admired his slow and stately walk, head held high and feet lifted well clear of the ground before being placed seemingly, carefully and deliberately down. I was thinking how statesmanlike he looked when he saw me and suddenly rushed across the lawn to the window. Running he looked far from stately and caused me much merriment. I fed him for a second time and he seemed as hungry as he had the first time.
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