Run pheasant, run pheasant, run, run, run....

We drove over to Gourdon to check out a little idea.  On the way back we had a picnic lunch by the lake.  We always have our best planning conversations over lunch by a lake.  The sun had come out in Lentillac by the time we arrived home, so we set to and cut some hedges.  Just as I was giving up on a Blip, this pheasant appeared on the roadway just outside the house.  I took some quick photos before shooing him off.  If he hangs around here too long, someone (not me) will put him in the pot.