For a long time the only pheasants I came across were painted ones like these on the gable of a local hotel.

Then I saw this fine fellow:

I was pretty pleased that I spotted him from my bike while I was pedalling through the fields.

And a few days later I encountered another male pheasant.

Only once I started looking I realised that he wasn’t alone.

Rather dowdy in comparison, isn’t she?

And then he spotted me and waved me off.

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