I must be sexist!
On the way home through pheasant country, doing a fair lick, I enter a straight stretch to observe a hen pheasant coming out of the righthand hedge and ambling slowly into my lane.
So what do I do?
Well, I have already found one new dent in the car that afternoon so I decided two in one day is not good for my mood and, seeing that the oncoming lane is free, decide to 'overtake' said pheasantess.
Just as I start to cross the white lines, what do I see coming out of the hedge but her male companion.
Oh dear, fawn feathers everywhere.
On the way home through pheasant country, doing a fair lick, I enter a straight stretch to observe a hen pheasant coming out of the righthand hedge and ambling slowly into my lane.
So what do I do?
Well, I have already found one new dent in the car that afternoon so I decided two in one day is not good for my mood and, seeing that the oncoming lane is free, decide to 'overtake' said pheasantess.
Just as I start to cross the white lines, what do I see coming out of the hedge but her male companion.
Oh dear, fawn feathers everywhere.
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