Rainy Roost

A bin day tomorrow and having put my wellies on to wade through the torrent rushing across our drive in the beam of the security lights and getting soaked in the rain, I heard Hubs call. Standing in the porch with an umbrella he called for me to look up. I was the one without the brolly strangely but I did anyway. Roosting on the beech hedge, Philippe pheasant caught the light beautifully. Quite unperturbed that I had to leave and dash in for the camera then get the exposure right he gave me a regal but very wet and drippy look. Poor thing.