Every path and garden holds new scents and tastes. Lydia is quickly learning the routes.
Fergus and Margaret are not too thrilled, but Margaret has already set her place Fergus, not so much. (her mother is Margaret’s sister). We are all adjusting, but Fegus’ nose is bent out of shape. Speaking of animals, here is what else is happening around the garden….
We are still designing the pheasantry, but here is a peak at a couple of our fancy Asian pheasants. Here, a Yellow Golden Pheasant, just starting to get it’s adult plumage. In the bright sunlight, he looks like he is on fire.
The regular red from of Golden Pheasant, the male is still in his juvenile plumage.
….and remember that hidden nest of duck eggs we found when we returned from Switzerland?
Momma duck is very broody, which is a good thing, since this is a breed which rarely has females with good motherly instincts. No one, no duck, no person, no crazy Irish Terrier Puppy is getting near these lucky ducks.
