It's an old tongue twister from junior high, and I mention only because of this: we have a pheasant living in our yard.
Yes.
For the last few days, a male pheasant has been wandering around between a couple of birdfeeders in our neighborhood and spends several hours underneath ours, hiding under a sad-looking thicket of shrubbery, or camped out and dozing near our shed. I have pictures, but I haven't pulled them from our camera yet. Strangely, my M/MLA journal paper and other projects (read: Kringus presents) have been taking up my time.
Back to the pheasant. It's a beautiful bird. We follow its tracks, smaller than a turkey's and with the trailing tailfeathers. It's definitely into it's winter fat and would, I'm thinking, make a tasty meal, but it's bigger than the cats and stays away from pretty much anything but other birds and the similarly hefty local squirrels.
I keep thinking I need to post more here (the Oracle project from Chicago, the M/MLA paper, the Italian wikipedia), but then the world pushes me somewhere else. Tonight's goal: stay the fuck warm. The rumors rage: Lows in the single digits or less. Bring out the schnapps!
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