Not a Pheasant Plucker!

Remember these things when you were younger? I was searching, in my brain, for a title for this one and …..

I’ve been off here for a while now, not sure why, I seem to have been in a bit of a doldrum lately. I’m finding that everything, everywhere is becoming very watered down so when I browse a site or app for photography, it’s full of ……….. stuff that I really don’t want to see. My music preference of Prog Rock is becoming the same, I browse a site for latest releases and give them a listen but there’s been absolutely nothing so far this year that has sparked that excitement I used to get on discovering a new or just great band or album.

Such is modern life I guess, anyone feel that way too?

Whoosh! Rant over, I’ve been working through images, trying to stay on top of it all, when I decided I’d share this lot as a batch.

The Pheasant. Introduced into Britain by the Romans apparently! They are everywhere now and bred for shooting folks of course so around us they are indeed everywhere, we even get them drifting through the garden now and again and they are so funny! They sneak around as if we can’t see them, run like a character from Monty Python and they always look startled to me 🙂

The females are more secretive so this is about the male but I do see and photograph females from time to time.

This chap comes to the old Oak feeding post when I am there and is now getting so tame that I talk to him!!!! Wait, who’s getting tame then?? I always consider them a little bit lacking in brain power but ….. there I stand chatting to a bird!

Remember the Munsters?

Granpa Munster!

He now comes to eat and stands around six feet from me. I had never heard a Pheasant go about his daily routine before, he makes little sounds just like a Chicken, sounds like he’s really enjoying the snacks 🙂

These are all taken in January this year and this set was as I approached this bare Willow, I spotted a bird flap its way up into the branches and realised it was Pheasants. Turns out there were a few ladies already in the tree!

I hadn’t seen them fly into trees before, other than in blind panic.

They really are beautiful birds and when the sun hits those iridescent feathers, glorious.

Now that he is confident that I’m not carrying a gun, I get really close shots.

I’ve spent a fair amount of time now, trying for really close shots, especially when the Sun makes a rare appearance.

They can be difficult to photograph this close, they are always moving and move in quick, sharp jerky motions so there are quite a few half pheasant shots 🙂

I don’t know if he had his fill on this occasion or whether he just needed some time away from all the craziness of the small birds swooping in and out to eat.

He wandered off into the woods and just stood there looking around for a while.

I’m trying to get full body shots now, to show off those colours.

Nature’s own colours can be stunning, everywhere.

Those neck and back feathers are that golden brown until the light hits them in the right way.

These were all taken in January / February and he has become more trusting now so, there may be a few more to add later 😉

Stay safe and well all.


5 thoughts on “Not a Pheasant Plucker!

  1. Absolutely amazing detail. Look at these colors. I think I’ve seen one pheasant in my whole life (and it was in England by the way) but it certainly was not this close.

    I giggled about Grandpa Munster. I often joke that when I’m disheveled I look like him. Lol

    Thank you for bringing us this piece and your incredible work.

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  2. Hello Mr H. Lovely photos of your local pheasants! I agree they are beautiful birds (especially the females with their subtle beauty) but they do have such funny expressions. I am not surprised they are skittish around humans. As you may already know, the Green Pheasant is our national bird, but (!) the males are considered ‘fair game’ during hunting seasons. As such, they are skittish around humans here too. I am glad this handsome fellow has such trust in you. Thank you for sharing☺️

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