Where, Why, What?!

Head turning on top of the drystone wall up here on the Cotswold Hills; a partridge.

Screeching to a halt Quietly driving a few yards up the lane so as not to disturb the partridge on the wall, doing a  quick gracious uey  in a field gate entrance and belting  moseying back with the window down I managed to get a few shots. That was as well as there was nothing around today.

It didn't stay there long as you can imagine with all it's feathered friends having done a bunk over the wall and who could blame them?!