I'm a bit worried about my garden pheasants. Yesterday at teatime, a fox was wandering about the lawn as bold as brass, sniffing round the bird table and the pheasants' hide in the rockery. The cock pheasant was kicking up a real indignant racket, though the fox ignored him and went on to investigate the bonfire ashes.
I haven't seen or heard him or his harem this morning - usually, they are waiting under the utility room window for me when I get up to make the tea, heads cocked, waiting for some magic corn to rain down on them! This is a photo of them at breakfast that I took in the snow earlier this week - sorry about all the water on the window 
