Just about to land on the telegraph pole - a favourite vantage spot.
Racing a Greenfinch to the trees.
Wings and tail spread for a glide down.
Touch down -
The Angel of the East Midlands? - with apologies to the Angel of the North.
After spending two nights in a tree at the bottom of the garden and staying around long enough to be counted the Pheasant seems to have moved elsewhere.
So far I have seen no more activity in the Blue Tit nest box since my last piece of video.