The killin fields!

I wis watchin a bonnie cock pheasant makkin his wey alang the road aside ma hoose; in his ain guid time, o coorse, as their kind ar wint tae dae, an regairdless o the caurs fleein close by. His heid an tail war up, birse puffit oot an shimmerin in the sun. Tae see sic gledsome beauty in aw its glory is aye a sicht for sair een. But I …

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