Quite pleasant to be a pheasant.

At least until later in the year. On my 3 mile walk to a blip meeting this morning a flock of about 20 youngsters burst out of the hedge and fled ahead of me. This is the only one that my camera caught.

It is as well for them that they don't know of their fate. Apart from a bit of adrenalin when they are stalked by a photographer I expect they are enjoying life.

The blip meeting went very well and both my wife and I feel we have a new friend with many interests in common.