I'm not a pheasant plucker....

Youngest daughter, grandson Roo, Purdie (Staffie), Mabel and I had a glorious walk around the huge Hampshire estate where daughter lives. The sun shone and it felt warm enough to doff hat and gloves for a change.

This fine cock pheasant risked life and limb by strolling across the lane ahead of us. I managed a quick shot before Purdie took chase.