Cock Pheasant.

We woke to find the garden covered in about an inch (2.5 cm) of soft wet snow.   Going out  wasn't a very inviting proposition so it was a quiet day pottering round home.   The birds at the feeders are a constant distraction as are the pheasant who come to clear up the spillage.  The record for numbers in the garden at any one time is eight.

A meeting at school scheduled for 4:00 was enough to force me out.  How the place has changed in the eight years since I left.   Swipe cards to open doors etc.  Waiting for somebody to escort you to where you are going is a strange feeling in a building where you worked for 40 years and watched most of it being built before the young receptionist was born.

The only shots of the day were a series of cock and hen pheasants in the snow so I chose this one.