Pheasie

A Chinese Reeves Pheasant (known as Pheasie) wandered into our garden and stayed around for about four years. It became well known in the neighbourhood and we were surprised that it survived for so long and in such good condition, considering the nearby busy roads, many resident foxes and harsh weather conditions.

Pheasie became very frisky during early summer and would make a lot of warbling (I fancy you) sounds and follow any human that happened to be in the vicinity. It barely uttered a squeak at any other time of the year and was generally aloof and not particularly friendly. 

We felt sorry that it seemed doomed to live a solitary life, spurning advances made by one particularly keen lady pheasant admirer, which was unfortunately not of the same species.

Pheasie playing hard to get

Although not a friendly bird, he would settle for long periods on favourite window sills, usually for a doze and/or a preen. He put up with us, probably disturbing his 'me' time, when we used the computer which was close to one of his favoured spots. Of course, we convinced ourselves that he enjoyed the company - and maybe he did. He was on a window sill when the above event took place, causing us much more consternation and excitement than it apparently did to him.

Oh what a beautiful pheasant! - Pheasie in his heyday