THERE was a time when we began creating our wildlife area that seeing a pheasant was something of an event, writes Bob Salisbury.On occasions, we would catch a flash of chestnut and green disappearing into a hedge, or perhaps see a cock bird standing proudly in a field, looking for all the world as though he owned the place. These days we are not surprised to see them and indeed some come every morning to glean the grain we scatter outside the k…
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