Puss has already inspected everything we've been doing but today it's the turn of the pheasant. First he goes to where the poles were and then he works his way along the base of the hedge, he must be enjoying insects revealed on the freshly disturbed earth. He is a very fidgety pheasant, always calling with his harsh cry and flapping his wings in agitation as he walks our land on a daily basis, only going into flying mode if it's absolutely unavoidable.
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