Today I woke up in a very, should I say, countryside-ish way. Ten to seven I heard a loud “GOCK GOCK!” and the sound of wings fluttering outside my window. It was this rascal, calmly walking into our garden and making this noise every now and then:
There was no use in trying to get back to sleep when the alarm would set off in just ten minutes, so I took a few more photos of the pheasant, who after a short while went away from our garden into a field somewhere.
