The Joys of Country Living

As I turned to put on my coat this morning, I was pleasantly surprised that our resident pheasant was in unusually sociable mood. He is usually a model child - heard but not seen. (Er ... did I get that right ?)

I had only had my camera-phone handy, and had to snap him through glass in the early-morning light, which accounts for the inferior quality, but still...He's a fine fellow, no ?

(My father wants him for Christmas, and not for his feathers !)