It all started Saturday morning in Burbank. JD and I were taking a short cut up to Victory, after breakfasting at the Coral Cafe, and turned on to Jeffries. I think it was Jeffries. In the middle of the street was a critter. At first I thought it was a chicken, but as I edged the car closer, we realized it was a ring-necked pheasant. You read that right. It was high-stepping gingerly; its tail was bedraggled and looked...not right. The bird seemed to be taking a stately walk across the street, but slowly changed its mind and circled back. Slowly. Very slowly.
JD and I were howling with laughter; a woman and her 2 dogs stood across the street, transfixed with the vision of this odd bird, seemingly unaware of the extremely large vehicle edging up on it. I was about to tell JD to get out of the car and shoo the wayward fowl, and it suddenly moved over to the curb. As far as I know, ring-necked pheasants are not native to Burbank, so it was either someone's pet or it was off course. I hope it didn't end up as someone's dinner!
