This little fella flew into the window inside the dining room, I think it's a she and she was being chased by a rather amorous male. She knocked herself out for while and sat on my hand for about five minutes looking like she was drunk until fit enough to fly off again. At which point the male appeared back in the apple tree and took up his pursuit again.
Phil and his favourite mate Limpy come almost every day at present, she even comes into the dining room if the door is open and no food is under the tree.
Yesterday he was displaying to her shivering his wings and craning his neck a bit like peacocks do when courting her, I've not seen pheasants do that before.
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