A pair of pheasants have recently taken up residence in our garden.
The drab female runs heedlessly backwards in a show of crafted clumsiness.
Her iridescent partner is a crafty show off; a glam-rock rooster with the mind of an aesthete.
Following his daily dust bath, he preens amid the matt blooms of our rockery.
…and it’s all too beautiful
In contrast to the human world…
A pair of pheasants have recently taken up residence in our garden.
The drab female runs heedlessly backwards in a show of crafted clumsiness.
Her iridescent partner is a crafty show off; a glam-rock rooster with the mind of an aesthete.
Following his daily dust bath, he preens amid the matt blooms of our rockery.
He has what Hume would call “proper pride”.
He wields it like a shield; a field of force to ward the bane of unjust humility.