Pheasant's Retreat 1993

I never realised that one of the resident pheasants at camosun bog nearby would choose our flower garden to set up a home. One spring a beautiful pheasant, quite large, with pale brown marketings and a long-tail, made a nest in amongst the tulips, lily of the valley, and forget-me-nots. In the morning during the watering of the flowers we discovered her nest building, and that part of the garden we would leave alone. She tended to the incubation and protection of the eggs and as soon as the chicks hatched they quickly moved back out into the wilderness of the bog to feed. It's always so entertaining to have all different kinds of animals finding a safe place to give birth or lay eggs; and the harmony of sharing the same space with people is so exhilarating to me.