Just as well, really, as this chap seems to have taken quite a liking to me. I was busy telling you all about pushchairs earlier when I got that creepy feeling you get when you feel like you’re being watched, and there he was. He actually pecked at the glass earlier on. They’re incredibly beautiful up close. All shimmery greens and golds. I feel sorry for him - all the rest of them are with mates now and he’s all on his tod…maybe he’s ..well, not interested…do you get gay pheasants? Not sure where I’m going with this, so I’ll end it here.
