Getting ready to build the morning fire, I stood up from the wood burner and looked outside. I saw a brown lump out by one of the fenceposts that isn’t usually there. When you spend a lot of time staring at a particular place, you immediately notice if something is different. I walked closer to the window to get a better look. Glory be, it was a ring-necked pheasant. Today is the first time seeing one here in all 8 years of seeing so many other critters.
Not being much a photographer with my phone, I chose the pretty picture at the top for the post, but below is what I captured with my phone:
Of course the pheasant inspired a haiku.
Morning pheasant feasts
white ring bobs with food and fear
tawny feathers gleam
I waited to go out and get the firewood, because of course I didn’t want to scare the lovely critter away. Looking out a little later, he was gone, so I thought it was ok to go out. He had just moved down the fence line and we made eye contact before he slowly sauntered for a bit as if he hadn’t a care in the world, until he got a little away then he speed walked into invisibility in the tall grass out back.
We see each other
he saunters in false bravado
then powers away