Total accident, can't explain it. I'll try and finish the Paris entry later on.
There was a visitor in the garden this afternoon: a gorgeous pheasant. I was drying my hair when I noticed him on the shed roof. He looked around very nervously before flapping down on to the lawn. There, he advanced warily towards the house.
Downstairs, I was surprised to see he was standing right at the edge of the garden, staring in to the house. He dashed back up the lawn to the fence when I came into the room, but later on crept back. This time when I poked my head round the door, he was on the back doorstep, peering in. I wonder if he was looking at his reflection?
Bertie of course had a blue fit -- intruder! kill kill kill! But even then the pheasant didn't fly away, it just retreated to the back of the garden. Before I left for work I pulled the curtains, so it could rummage around in peace.
I tried to get a picture, but every time I got the camera out it hustled away out of range.
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