Yesterday I was in the kitchen when Mr. Squash exclaimed there was a pheasant in the back yard. I'm not sure why, but the vision of a peacock came to mind first. Probably because when I was a child we lived down the street from the Woodland Park Zoo in Seattle. Every so often one of their peacocks, a feisty bird named Freddie, would escape and wind up in our backyard. When I got a little older I realized that Freddie escaped on purpose on Sunday's because my mom would feed him leftover pancakes from breakfast until his keepers could get there to retrieve him! Obviously he liked my mom's pancakes more than what he was fed at the zoo!
I think I'll call this pheasant Freddie, too! No doubt he was either looking for food (sorry Freddie, no pancakes here today) or hiding from the local Pheasant hunting club. We told him he would have a safe haven from hunters here at the Squash House for as long as he wants! Guess I'd better make pancakes next Sunday - even if Freddie doesn't visit again, Mr. Squash will be happy!