Sunday, 13 November 2011


Suddenly a pheasant explodes out of the trees, splashing his colours into the sky. Clothed in panic, his alarm call squeaks and grates like a rusty machine. My heart wildly thumps its own song, as dusk quickens its pace over the woods.


Anonymous said...

I can see this so clearly. Pheasants are such beautiful birds.

Mark Sargeant said...

Thanks for your comment - they are lovely birds, but I wish they wouldn't suddenly burst out of the woods and make me jump out of my skin :)