FARK HAS RISEN

Well a few people have wondered what has happened to the glorious pheasant FARK.

Hes deaded, as my son used to say when he was 2.

Fark went nuts in a perfectly normal but unacceptable way. He started to attack anyone and would stalk us around the house and he made gardening impossible. If I was head down bum up he would sneak up and attack feet first. He put a hole in my leg. The only thing that would desuade him was a serious high pressure hose. He would wander off after a drenching but would be back the next day and if you werent near a hose then he would attack. He also had a go at the neighbours.

So three days before we left on Holiday - it was off with his head. So sorry to all my vego mates but it was quick.

Im not one to waste a thing - I went on line and found a cool video about how to field dress a pheasant. Worked a treat. You just put the bird on its back ( after its dead of course) Put your feet on both wings and then grab the feet and pull and you are left with the breasts attached to the wing. the guts comes out quick as.

Now Fark will be turned into terrine at some stage. But here's the kicker, as we sat eating a BBQ with a mate -after Xmas -along the middle paddock fence was - yup you guessed it - another male ring necked pheasant.

Son of Fark?

The hose is at the ready and the tomahawk is shiny sharp.

Come to Mama.

ODE TO FARK

FARRK IS FORKED

We blogged about the beautiful melanesian ring necked pheasant that had set up shop on our place. He was lovely to have around. However things have changed. Over the past three weeks he has become increasingly territorial and aggressive. He also gives our poor wee feather duster silkie chooks arseholes.

The bastard has gone psycho and very unpredictable. One minute he is very laid back then he just suddenly attacks. We have tried everything but now he has even decided he can come inside the house. The water hose deters him for a bit but then you will walk around the corner of the shed and theres the bugger.

I have a hole in my leg where he attacked me and I cant bend down in the garden without him flying at me. They fly at you feet forward so the hole in my leg was either from his claws or spurs.

As we have kids around from time to time , its time for Farrk to go to that great casserole in the sky.

Tonight, sadly will be his last.

And this is not a rare occurance as this story shows.

Shame as he really is a priddy boy..

FEATHERED FRIENDS

We thought we had lost our turkey hen, but it appears she is with egg and today the lonely ring necked pheasant bloke wandered around. He is a glorious fellow. But think he need s mate