The garden has been taken over. I used to have a lone semi-tame male
pheasant residing in the garden. Well, he was wild but wouldn't run a mile
when I went out to top up the bird food supplies. In the Spring, he'd bring
a couple of ladies along too :-)

Now, he's gone. Da Boyz have taken over da 'hood. I now have a gang of three
male pheasants in the garden. Definitely not semi-tame: they run a mile when
I go out to top up the bird food supplies, but they soon return to their
leisurely struts about the garden, looking out for the nuts & seeds I
sprinkle about the grass and eating their fill. Da Boyz all have slightly
different markings, which means I should be able to start to recognise them
invidivually if they stick around for a while.

Of course, Da Catz love Da Boyz, as the felines sit on the windowsills
looking out into the garden, tails lashing, whiskers out as they tell Da
Boyz with various mutterings of gnashing of feline fangs and noises that are
great Hannibal Lecter impurrsonations of just what they'd like to do to
them.