Stepping Out

Which is not the wisest thing for a pheasant to do at this time of year!

I met this chap on a single-track road somewhere beyond Rothiemay. I stopped, and with a pheasant's usual intelligence and instinct for self preservation he continued to stride towards me, head on! (I was of course stationary by the time I took the photo. And he did actually wander off into the grass, rather than walking face first into my bumper.)