I remember watching the film Danny, the Champion of the World. It was a very British film adaptation of a very British story that strongly featured a very British animal, the pheasant.
How is it that, in just two short bike trips, I've seen far more pheasants in Eastern Canada than I had ever seen in well over three years of living in Britain?!?
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