Across the tracks, just off ul. Kórnicka, I could hear some pheasants in the undergrowth. Moving towards them, they obligingly broke cover and blam blam blam blam! I potted some for your visual delectation. Above: a hen pheasant, below, a cock pheasant. Unlike our other large birds - swans, herons or storks, the pheasants do not fly south for the winter. They're not good flyers anyhow, and once out of danger, they'll glide into some nearby cover.
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Nice shots Michael. You must be happy with those!
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