In Saturday’s post on Blarney House and the Secret Garden we had arrived at the door to the secret garden wondering what was on the other side of the impressive old wall. As if to tease me further, a coarse call and flurry of activity made me turn around to see a superb cock pheasant rise from the garden onto the wall.
Striding one way and then the other, the pheasant looked down on the gardens on both sides of the wall before eyeing me with cautious disdain. The light was poor and the bird largely silhouetted, so while I fired off a few shots I knew it would be largely in vain.
This bird was clearly the colourful showman of the wall and made it his intention to let all the hen birds and rival cocks know that he was the lord of the manor, as his cries rang around the estate.
Having been royally entertained, I went on the lake walk, stopping to take the odd photograph despite the poor light. Seen from the rear of the house it almost seemed as if the cows were grazing on the front lawn, though I am sure I spied a ha-ha (no this is a proper word, try looking it up 😃).
Castle? What castle?