Muckle glaikit dickie

I nicknamed this pheasant 'Roadkill’ because of his general stupidity and lack of traffic awareness.

He follows me around making a sound like a rusty barn door.

It might look like he is flapping defensively but he just lost his balance for a moment and panicked.

His lack of worldliness includes roosting by the barbecue.

Not bright, but I will miss him.

P.S. As I left the estate this morning ‘Roadkill’ hurtled out of the bushes and across the road in front of me for the final time. I braked hard to avoid him and he looked up at me as if to say “Aren’t you going to take me with you?”