A mother pheasant and some chicks wandered into the garden last evening. I grabbed my camera and tried to sneak towards them to get some snaps. As I approached, the chicks disappeared, but the mother stayed to protect her young..
|She wouldn't run away and showed no fear.|
|Some squawking and hissing followed, and some flapping of wings |
as she ran towards and away from me.
|Barely visible are the chicks.|
|As I went away she kept a watchful eye on me.|