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.
Nice shots Michael. You must be happy with those!
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