Pat is mad keen on garden birds. We have an elaborate bird feeder, right outside the kitchen window, at eye level. Even I am fascinated by the comings and goings. Last weekend it was the RSPB's Great British Birdwatch and in one hour Pat counted 53 individual birds of 17 varieties - and one vole, who lives in the dry stone wall by the feeder and is getting really quite fat on the left-overs.
In recent weeks we have been thrilled by the presence of our very own cock pheasant:
This isn't actually him, but a look-alike.
Ours is called Gerald and he is getting unnervingly tame. His efforts at flying are noisy and comical. He is altogether a pleasant pheasant.
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