This week Lisa at Our Eyes Open asks to see photos of birds we love. To be honest pheasants are not a favourite, though their plumage is certainly magnificent. What I love about this pheasant is that he stopped to pose by the Sweet William. It shows him off so very nicely, don’t you think. After that I wasn’t too keen on him, and reverted to grumpy gardener mode. The photo was taken near my allotment plot and I didn’t need him nibbling and pecking among my veggies.
24 thoughts on “Pose Perfect”
Ooohhh… perfect indeed!!!!!
Love his yellow eyes..beautiful colors
He’d have done better had he moved to the right where the red flowers match his plumage perfectly, The pink ones clash somewhat, but then maybe he is colour blind!
I rather like the pink clash-effect 🙂
Beautifully captured – the flowers frame him so nicely 🙂
Beautiful and lucky shot.
Beautiful. I have seen a pheasant in quite awhile around our place.
Sure it’s not a pheasant decoy? ; ) Really gorgeous shot.
Thanks, Rebecca. He did stay very still – birds slow in thought, or so I was informed by a good old countryman 🙂
Very cooperative subject, your pheasant. : )
He looks quite chuffed with himself, I think, but at last he has good taste in flowers. 🙂
There was a potential Mrs Pheasant not far away, so I think he might have been posing for her.
Fabulous looking bird! Perfectly posed up in your garden. Sorry for that, but perfect for this “lovely” post for Bird Weekly. I’d love to see one! Some day! 🙂
Cheers, Lisa. I knew this would find a good ‘home’ at your place 🙂
He’s obviously well versed in posing for photos to have chosen his spot so carefully!
Beautifully done, Tish.
Thank you, Dries.
Pheasants are beautiful, but dumber than rocks. They will stop and pose for you while you have a rifle in hand and stand there looking cute. Boy are they lucky I only shoot paper targets. They ARE beautiful, though. Still dumb as rocks.
You’re right about ‘dumb as rocks’. I once lived on a lordly domain, and one of the old timers there regaled me with his account of the daftness of pheasants – how they flew into the high walls of his lordship’s walled kitchen garden and killed themselves, and all without provocation.
It’s confidence in us may be misplaced but it is a stylish bird and seems to know it.
You should put a sign up of great pheasant recipes, he’d soon move on then!