I was out in the car when I saw this by the side of the road.
‘Aha!’ thought I. ‘Dinner’
I have always found pheasants to be incredibly beautiful. Mawkish and comical in life (have you seen them trying to run in long grass? Sheesh) but up close oh, those colours!
Winnie is seriously fascinated and was a royal pain – constantly getting underfoot in a bid to be closer to the bird.
It’s been a busy year – insanely so – am I’m taking some time to work out where I am as a photographer as it’s all a blur and quite hard, sometimes, to stop, catch your breath and – well – just breathe. It’s so very easy to look at other people’s work and feel rubbish in comparison.
And so, in a way, this also is a celebration of ‘me-ness’. Who I am and where I’m from.
I’ll be doing a post on my food blog later in the week (the pheasant is currently hanging in the garden shed until it’s ripe enough (but not too ripe)) when she’ll be roasted and served with homemade hedgerow jelly and a celeriac gratin.
I’m teaching the guys the value of food and the price – and not in a money sense. They will never experience the shock of ‘chicken comes from WHERE?’ and Daisy already knows a fair bit about how to cook. We make fresh pasta together every week. Baby steps and all that…