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The cock pheasant which lives in the field opposite my house continues to try and eat all the food I put out for the garden birds. He’s most persistent when I try to chase him away, and even gets belligerent with me. This morning, for once, he gave up and walked back across the lane. And do you know what? I felt sorry for him. That’s always been my problem: all you have to do to get whatever you want out of me is look sad. Such a weakness augurs badly for success in life.
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I don't think it necessarily means weakness. Feeling isn't weakness, contrary to what society teaches. Letting others use this to their advantage, however... you've just got to have a good nose to detect bullshit.
And a tip: pheasants never bullshit. Oh no, they don't.
People have occasionally been surprised when I've detected bullshit and turned fierce on them, and I'm becoming quite the expert on pheasants.
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