This is what was sitting on my fence Monday afternoon, just under the willow tree. It's a red-legged or chukar partridge. You know how fast things enter one's mind. At first I thought it was a run-away guinea fowl from the nearby High Park zoo. Then I thought it was a freakishly big mourning dove. Then I thought it was a quail.
It was still for a long time; at least 5 minutes. Maybe it was mesmerized by the barn owl I had painted.
Anyway Jersey yipped, the bird yeeped and flew away wheek, wheek into the neighbour's garden.