A game of cat and…

“There’s a pheasant in the garden”. “Where?” Brian replied.

Up on the slope, half way up to the pool, there was a magnificent, male pheasant. He was just strutting around, exploring his new discovery.

“Ooh!” Brian announced “There’s the neighbours cat creeping out of the trees”. “Little devil” I replied. It was definitely creeping, keeping low and only moving when the pheasant looked away. For a short while we both feared the cat was about to attack, but as it got nearer I think it realised just how big the bird was and its confidence eked away.

I think he was happy just to take a look, and the pheasant really didn’t seem very concerned either.