"Wow, that big tail is so beautiful!"
"The scales seem to be shimmering!"
"It has an ethereal quality!"
Lady Amherst's pheasant cocked its head, its eyes bright and fixed on the visitors.
Upon closer inspection, there was also a tuft of red hair on top of its head, like a red tassel.
Its tail feathers were white with black-edged scales and subtle patterns, adorned with several red spots.
As white as clouds and as black as ink, the blue-green plumage was understated and restrained, giving off the vibe that it had stepped right out of a landscape painting.
Several Lady Amherst's pheasants lowered their heads to forage and peck at the ground, letting out two soft calls as if to remind their companions, their voices husky as an old wooden door's "creak."
A fluffy little squirrel was perched on a tree stump, standing at the edge, nibbling surreptitiously at the corn crumbs scattered by the animal keeper, moving its mouth voraciously.