
Ok, I’ll admit I’m getting a little obsessed with my pheasant (I’ve nicknamed him Phil), but after so many nights of disturbed sleep and just as many early mornings shattered by his dulcet tones, I’ve grown fond of him – added to the fact that I don’t get out much. Good news today though – he’s finally pulled! Oh yes, waving one gorgeous shimmering wing goodbye to the ranks of the single and lonely, he’s been strutting his stuff all day, doing his funny little starter-motor clucking thing and showing off his new bit of skirt. Here they both are at his customary ‘I know you’re in there’ place at the window. I know it’s a rubbish picture, but, gosh – ain’t love grand.