I've had my eyes and ears open for flying migrants from the south. Other people have seen great blue herons and red winged blackbirds and horned larks. I haven't though. Coming down Highway 10 though, at a spot near a huge wetland where I usually have my eyes up at the eagle nest, I happened to glance down at the shrubs that grow closest to the highway. And under that shrub, walking around in the thicket, was a proud Mrs. Ring Necked Pheasant. Pheasants don't migrate but I was happy to see it.
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