pheasant raze we see a lot of squirrels, small birds, and the occasional rabbit. i think this one's a first. i've never seen a pheasant here before. he showed up out of nowhere, this big guy, strolling around the block, checking things out, minding his own business. by the time i grabbed my camera he was already across the street. i didn't want to get too close and spook him, so getting a good picture was out of the question. maybe he'll be back for another visit sometime. 170412 ... raze (he could have been a turkey. dude was awfully statuesque.) 170412 ... ovenbird Some time ago, she tells us, a friend was served pheasant, hunted then hung to age so as to “bring out the flavour.” The friend complimented the chef on the delicious risotto accompanying the meat. It wasn’t risotto. It was the maggots that had fallen from the bird’s empty cavity after everything was cooked and served. I dream the bird back to life. Its face, a heart lying on its side. Its tail, a set of bent venetian blinds. It flies circles around the room the way my breath gets frantic in my chest when almost becomes now. I open a window and it finds its freedom while I bump into the walls. There’s no escape for me. 260719 what's it to you? who go blather from