Snow has settled on the fields,
birds are gathering in the Weald.
Roads are clear, been laid with salt,
the hunters gather for one last shoot.
Bacon rolls and tea that’s warm,
greet us as we arrive at the farm.
A welcome snack before we go,
to get our ‘bag’ in the crisp fresh snow.
A pre shoot nip of Port or Sloe Gin,
warms up your insides, like central heating.
The birds are flying as the guns rapidly fire,
Pheasants fall to the ground, which resembles a mire.
At the end of the day a good bag by all,
gun-dogs at heel, obeying the call.
Back to the farm we slowly make our way,
choosing our brace from the impressive array.
A final farewell and last shake of hands,
farmers are left to work the land.
Dogs in their cages and everyone departs,
until later in the year, when the new season starts.
© Country Pursuits Photography. 02/02/13
Please find time to read Winds of Change.
The end of the Pheasant Shooting Season was on February 1st.
This was my experience from recently attending a couple.