Bet you thought this was going to be about the TV show, but it’s not. We have our own real life Bachelor going on in our backyard right now, and it’s so much more exciting, without the backstabbing, and nastiness. The other day we were treated to front row seats in a drama that decided who was king of the backyards.
There is only so much territory for the male pheasants, and a limited number of hens, whom they like to gather into personal harems, these guys really play the field…
We’ve named the winner Phil… it seemed to fit, Phil the pheasant. The two boys went at it, jumping up into the air with legs, and feet fully extended to do the most damage to the opponent, there was much trilling, and cawing going on. They were loud, and not ashamed to be caught fighting it out, but still smart enough to stop the fight when one of them heard a noise that might mean a predator was nearby. It was like a commercial break. Lots of plumping of feathers to make themselves look larger, pecking, clucking, screeching… eventually Phil the smaller bird won, and the loser skulked away. Phil stood on the fence and crowed, we applauded.
No photos, sorry, I didn’t have time to grab the camera.
Yesterday morning, Phil, and his newest lady love started on the overnight fantasy suite part of the date… in our backyard. Hey guys, get a room! Lots of cooing, fluffing of feathers, and whole lot of “ come here often gorgeous” silly hen that she was, she fell for it… wonder if I should let her know that Phil is courting a few other damsels, about 4 others… I am sure the Bachelor will find his lady loves, and sweep them off of their feet… and maybe Sean will find true love also next week, but until then we are rooting for Phil, he’s more entertaining. “Ladies… this is the last rose of the night.”