Mrs Pheasant, Her Brood and the Farmer!


Pheasant1I was mowing long grass the other evening with my ride-on mower when, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted something moving. I hastily stopped the mower, grabbed the camera from my pocket, aimed and fired! There was a hen pheasant and her fifteen chicks…

Mrs Pheasant said:
“Please Mr Farmer, Stop, Stop, Stop!
My chicks are hidden in this crop,
If you touch them you’ll be in disgrace
I’ll fly up and scratch your face!”

Mr Farmer replied:
“Don’t you worry Mrs Pheasant, just stay at ease,
I want a photo, will you all say ‘cheese’?
Then I’ll leave you and be on my way,
And not be back ‘till next Friday!”

So today I’ll go and take a peek,
And see how much they’ve grown in a week,
And if they are hidden I’ll leave them well alone,
Sod the grass it will remain un-mown!
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