Sweet Nothings

He had tried whispering in her ear but she looked singularly unimpressed with him standing there in the rain. My resident pheasants were utterly soaked; I was getting that way too as I'd looked up from making a steak and kidney pie in the kitchen and saw all the activity out in the field. Luckily I wasn't wearing my fluffy slippers and had my camera to hand too so shot outside. 

These two are always around as they like sitting, when allowed by the dogs, under the bird feeders. I do love the sound he makes when strutting around, he never seems to walk without talking and not the sort of sound you would expect from a bird.