I'm not a pheasant plucker.....

A rare visitor to our garden this morning. A few years ago when we had a seed feeder which was set at a level where the pheasants could just reach up to the bottom we used to regularly get these coming in for the seed, but this is the first one I have seen in a long time.

Of course, I had to recite the old tongue-twister just to make sure I could still do it:

I'm not a pheasant plucker, I'm a pheasant plucker's son,
But I'll keep on plucking pheasants till the pheasant plucking's done.

Good luck with that.....