What day is it?

This pheasant chick clearly didn't realise she would be perfect for Tiny Tuesday, and alas she also didn't have much road sense. Fortunately a benefit of living in a rural village is you can stop in the middle of the road to shoo the little ones onto the verge.
Often I also genuinely don't know what day of the week it is, I don't work a nine to five, I'm much more likely to work Saturday or Sunday than say Tuesday or Thursday and many a time I can work for days on end without any discernible pattern. Personally I like the freedom I now have, though I'm well aware I've worked hard to put myself in such a lucky position. So, if you ever meet me and I seem a little vague - well that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it....