Mad Scientess Jane Expat
We Slay You Wif Our Kayoot
The bloke & I have spent the bank holiday weekend at his parents' lovely big house in the country. This morning, a great fuss was heard near the coach house, where a lady pheasant had a Mexican standoff with a bevy of rooks. Further investigation led to the discovery of a clutch of freshly mobile baby pheasants. The photographer nearly died of The Cute.
I wish I'd gotten a video of them running to their mother under the rose bushes. I don't understand why they don't trip over those enormous clown feet.
Because that would cause Kayoot Kritical Mass and the world would implode, is why.
That much cute is lethal!
Oh yes. I can only presume it's for the purpose of surviving to adulthood. It's difficult to hunt something when you're busy cooing ridiculously, thereby alerting it to your presence.
Ten of them! We didn't get to count until later, when Momma paraded them carefully out past the rose bushes. Then she got into a scrap with a male pheasant who tried to have a peek. I think he lost a few feathers.
I love how lanky their legs are compared to their little fluffy bodies
It is probably twisted that when I see cute widdle fuzzy birds like that, the first thing I think is, "Tasty!"
I think I was a cat in a past life.
You remind me of a funny moment with a friend on a train recently. We were looking out the window while racing through the English countryside and I said, "Ooh, look, lambs!" There was a brief pause, and then we both said, "Mmmm."
My parents used to buy a whole lamb every year from a friend that had a farm. We'd meet him in the college parking lot, and the cuts of meat would all be wrapped in butcher paper in the trunk of his car ready for the freezer.
Mr. Langworthy would give the lambs names. Our first one was "lamby-kins." It was tasty.
Edited at 2009-05-05 04:52 pm (UTC)
Oh my god the cute.
LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THEIR FEET. Their feet are MASSIVE. That just makes them cuter!
You have to wonder why the forces of evolution decided to miniaturize all the appendages of most baby birds except for the feet. Moorhens and coots are similarly absurdly proportioned. I don't quite see how GIANT FEET are a useful survival tool!
Very skittish little fuzzles! That's probably for the best, given the four barn cats lurking about the place...