As we drove down the drive out of our right eye we spied a flash of blue and the whip of a high tail. A pheasant - Could it be the Son of Fark?
Then we realised that he was not alone - he had a mate- a dowdy plain bird leading him to the safety of the wide open paddock.. We have named her Helen
So spring is here and the election is upon us. We look forward to a feasting.