Table For Two

I had not seen the male ring-necked pheasant (whom I've named Ringo) for a few days and so I was beginning to think he'd found better pickings elsewhere. Then, this afternoon, I was surprised and delighted to see that he was back -- and this time with a lady friend.

Mrs. R: Well, this looks like a nice place.

Mr. R: Just don't let that pesky little squirrel push you around.

Mrs. R: I'd like to see the little brat try!