This is a Red Legged Partridge.
Fizz and I were out hunting for wild flowers. We had all of our camouflage gear on so that we could creep up on them unnoticed and so of course this bird didn’t see us until it was too late.
We may have set out to hunt wild flowers but a hunt is a hunt and I will shoot anything when I am in that kind of a mood. I expect that you would have done the same.
Anyway this was a particularly stroppy bird. When he did see us he wasn’t going to give way. He strutted up and down on the top of his hedge cackling and crowing at us, puffing out his chest.
Eventually Fizz and I let him have the day. We were not scared, just sensible. He was a big Red Legged Partridge.
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