When I put food out for the birds, I don’t expect a big fat pheasant to waddle along and scoff the lot. Bold as brass it was. Where’s the pheasant plucker when you need him? I feel a tongue twister coming on.
I'm not the pheasant plucker, I'm the pheasant plucker's mate, And I'm only plucking pheasants 'Cause the pheasant plucker's late. I'm not the pheasant plucker, I'm the pheasant plucker's son, And I'm only plucking pheasants, Till the pheasant pluckers come.
He might be cock of the walk right now scaring off all the little birdies but, if he’s not careful, he’ll soon find himself hanging in a shed ripening for the pot.
Perking the Pansies 
It looks like a statue. Haha. Don’t you know you’re supposed to adopt it, not cook and eat! You old pluckers,
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Only if I want to turn our small garden into a bird sanctuary! 🦆🐔🦅🐦🐓🦉😇
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Ugh! My parents had a pheasant hanging in the shed for eons, it seemed. I hated the very idea. Yes, turn your garden into a bird sanctuary – it looks cosy!!
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It more or less already is without any effort from us! 🙂
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Aw, please. He’s too pretty to eat. Just feed him.
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Yum, yum. Only kidding! 😇
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I figured.😁
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