KenM
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A late morning trip to the ''chalk''(Saffron Walden) found me walking along a public footpath with undulating crop field to my left, and a tall hedged private garden to my right, from which I could hear chickens and cockrel crowing. A further ten metres along the path I espied a hole in the hedge, where a quick scan with the bins revealed a male Golden Pheasant (lifer) in a cage, being exposed to a very amusing Leghorn Cockerel, anyway it gave me a chuckle......