Good morning Lady Pheasant! It was cameras at the ready on that first mid-October day when you first appeared under the bird feeder, scooping up the seeds the magpies had unceremoniously dumped. And now it’s every morning for breakfast, coming down from YOUR pnight time perch in the trees. You prevail in the presence of the smoker on the veranda, and the snow shoveller on the sidewalk, and the truck passing by you in the alley.
Have you noticed that the keeper of the feeder, since the first fall of snow, has been sprinkling the ground so you will not have to wait for the magpies? But be careful, Lady Pheasant. The humans are friendly, but the coyotes sometimes walk these same urban pathways, howling in the river valley dark. And the moon will soon be full again.
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