who's a pretty boy then?

Ten years ago I managed a Highland Estate that included shooting. This meant 22000 (yes! 22 thousand!!) f-----g pheasants reared! Part of my responsibilities: but shoots are not the be all and end all of my life ;so when I left, decided I would be happy not to see another pheasant ever! But I seem to be mellowing in my dotage, and quite like this handsome chap who is hiding from the local lads out to bag supper. So will not give the game away!
(Ha Ha !!)