For a couple of weeks now, Philip the garden pheasant has had two Philippas on the go. This morning, I caught him in flagrante delicto with one of them, deep among the lavender plants on our rockery. So perhaps we’ll be hearing the pitter-patter of tiny pheasant feet soon, neighbours’ abominable cats permitting.
“…wonderful. Science and history and geography and evolution and culture all tangled up in musings while walking about the moors around Hebden Bridge.”—PZ Myers
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