A bouquet of pheasants

There's a group of these ladies seemingly trying to catch my eye every time I walk by on the other side of the wall. 

They wait. Watch. And at the very last minute, scramble upright, parading around and dashing off, looking over their shoulders in a skittish fashion.  

They're not the brightest feathers in the flock but everyone deserves a little limelight.

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