Why is it that the male of the species gets randy at this time of the year? I thought it was only the animal kingdom, but when I think about it our little town is full of men displaying their top halves with rippling muscles and tattoos(hate them). It is almost as though it is a vital part of evolution - and I suppose it is.
Pheasants here are in their full breeding plumage - as are all the other cock birds and they are fighting one another like mad. It is not unusual to have to stop on the lane for two cock pheasants having a go at each other.
One has just stalked down to our bird table - cock of the walk he thinks he is. If only he could see himself. During a fight (I guess)
his tail feathers have got broken and hang down dejectedly. I sneaked out in my bright red dressing gown (and yes it is 8.30am John) to take his photograph. He saw me and quickly stalked away. I am putting on the photo - a very bad shot - in the hopes that you can see what I mean. Off to market in a minute (after getting dressed and having a shower!)
Sorry - he's not very clear, although I think you can see those tail feathers better in the top picture where he is behind the chicken wire. Incidentally, the wire is there to stop the pheasants (and the jackdaws) getting at the fat balls. (the tits and other small birds quickly learn how to negotiate the wire and get at them).