...I’m a pheasant plucker’s son...

Driving again past the spot where I saw the pheasant a couple of days ago I spotted this one on the opposite side of the road.  I suspected it was the same one and having compared the shots when I got home I noticed they both had a distinctive white feather on the breast which confirmed it was.  He’s reasonably tame; I walked up to within about ten feet of him to get this shot and he was only mildly concerned.

A little further away from me in the woods was a grazing muntjac who was also not particularly disturbed by me.  He turned as I walked towards him and started to walk away, but I still got a couple of shots.  One of them is in the extra.