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In the meadows were several pheasants 
that had ventured out of the woods—cover 
which they do not like to leave unless every- 
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Wood with felled timber—the pheasants’ run. 
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thing is quiet all around. They scurried 
back, running rapidly through the grass as 
soon as we approached. One old cock away 
down in the valley, or perhaps amongst the 
felled timber in the wood, every now and 
