12 August 2020

For a moment I thought one of the neighbours’ hens had escaped into our garden, but it turned out to be Philip the pheasant in moult. Gone were his ostentatious tail feathers. He looked considerably less encumbered and more spry for it.

Hoping to find the missing tail feathers, I took a tour of the front and back lawns. No luck. But I did find an awful lot of other jettisoned treasures.

Pheasant feathers
Pheasant pheathers

Richard Carter

Richard Carter is a writer and photo­grapher living in Hebden Bridge, West Yorkshire. He is currently working on a book about looking at the world through Darwin’s eyes.Website · Newsletter · Mastodon · Facebook

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