Social Distancing – Day 89

I’m not awfully sure of the correct golfing lexicon but is this not known as ‘ploughing his own furrow’.
The wee birdies (extras), of the feathered variety were out in force on the walk round the Queen’s Drive this morning with this thrush giving it laldy I wouldn’t be surprised if the golfer didn’t hear him down on Prestonfield golf course, and as for the pheasant he was just doing some imperious strutting like he owned the place.