Pheasant

Now I live in the country. Hell, my garden is larger than most counties in Englandshire. But I'm still shocked when local wildlife strays into our estate, and make it their own. Yesterday - a baby rabbit tried to singlehandedly eat my new lawn. This caused some dressing-gown-clad comedy "muppet-man" chasing across the rolling hills. And today, I snapped this. God only knows how a bird as dumb as a Pheasant managed to escape the annual shooting slaughter, and I have no idea why it wants to set up home here. But it is fun watching the dog ("The blonde of the dog world") try and jump through the window in hot pursuit.

So what do you think I should call him ?