Pheasant on a Cold Tin Roof

Tony drew my attention to this pheasant strutting his stuff on our neighbour's garage roof this morning.  The next time we saw him, he was walking down the road outside our window as if he owned the street.  He paused at the top of the footpath steps and turned a baleful eye in my direction as I opened the bedroom window to blip him, then squawked and flew off most inelegantly when the DPD van roared past and startled him.

The remainder of the morning was taken up with cleaning the bathroom (AARRGGH!) and trying to replace the dodgy shower door back on its rollers (AARRGGH!)

After lunch I had a walk with friend Angela and then spent a pleasant sunny couple of hours in the garden, clearing away some detritus and weeding the border at the foot of the rockery.