On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me... a partridge in a pear tree.
I don't think I've ever met a partridge. I've met quite a lot of other wildlife. I grew up in a small village in Kent. As soon as we were old enough we all learned to drive. You had to, there was one bus and hour and they stopped at six in the evening. If you wanted to go out you needed independent transport (and understanding parents).
Although there was one main road through the village there were lots of winding little lanes; not only did I drive them (always taking the same route gets so dull) I used to cycle them to. My early photographic forays took place with a 35mm camera in the countryside surrounding that village.
A pheasant I met driving one of those roads (I had to stop to let him cross) is as near as I could come to a partridge.
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Uploaded by nat_mach on August 5, 2011
Taken in West Peckham, England
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