Coming home. Up the dark ribbon of road, up Marton Mountain. In a bit of a dream, time for bed, thinking of this and that. The car radio gabbles on - news from far away; a prattle of distant, stridant and discordant voices. The night air here is thick and still and calm. Here be peace.
What's that ahead? In the road. Well, it's a living thing - at a distance it might be a farm dog or a badger - or maybe even friend hare.
But no, it's a hen pheasant. She is loathe to move, slightly confused, in the middle of the road. Silly bird. As I approach she flaps into the verge. So far, so ordinary. Then a single newly laid egg rolls away past the car.
How strange.
11 comments:
That is strange - talk about being caught short! Poor hen.
poor poor pheasant - she has lost a potential baby!
What a strange encounter! Quite surreal.
What a strange thing for her to do.
I haven't been reading blogs for a while but I sat down this morning with a cuppa and caught up on yours. Glad I did.
Poor thing. Definitely strange! I guess that was one confused pheasant.
Could she have wanted to build a nest there? Are there many cars? But poor hen
Poor confused thing. I hope she found somewhere less dangerous to lay some more eggs.
A pheasnt is actually a chinese chicken - they are such strange birds. We kept some once from chicks - never again. They do the weirdest things.
Hope you stopped and picked it up. You could slide it under one of your chickens to hatch :-) Wonder how long it would take a chicken to notice?
Trust Wipso to have a practical solution to your weird event!
How weird, how surreal! I know so well that late night radio mumbling-jumbling as one's driving,where
everything takes on an other-worldly dimension - in which a pheasant laid an egg in the middle of a road...
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