I want to be alone ......

A private moment for the hen pheasant who has at least four suitors pursuing her endlessly night and day.

The Network Rail fencing chap came and met T this morning down by the railway line to assess the state of their fencing between the railway embankment and our fields.  The fencing has to be tough and efficient as on several occasions farm animals have broken through and once they are on the line there is an almighty panic to stop the train by making urgent telephone calls.  The remains of an odd animal is sometimes found and we get a telephone call with the eartag number, usually it is not ours I am glad to say.