The Pheasant

I woke up this morning and wandered through to the spare bedroom for a quick drool over the tidy crafting space.... sigh.......  I happened to look out of the window and there strolling around the garden was the most beautiful pheasant. Several years ago we had a regular visit from a pheasant. My son named him Albert and he popped in to see us for a few months.  When he stopped visiting we were rather sad and wondered whether he had been eaten by the fox... or a local poacher. If this one visits through the day I will take a photo and post it here.

I will leave you with this little outdoor art that I made on Redcar Beach the other year. I think it is needed this week.  Stay safe everyone