Well like a lot of psychopaths it was quite charming and friendly to begin with. Hanging out watching me applying some biochar to the soil, then it started following me round the garden. Then running after me squawking like a bit of a nutter. After that he is lungeing for my ankles so I use the bucket as a barrier. I eventually side step his next lunge and hit him for 6 with a satisfying *thunk* into the hedge...with associated squawky pissed off pheasant sounds.
At another customers house years ago one jumped out of the hedge just as I was leaving squawking like a Karen. It starts tearing towards me so I jump in the car and drive off, looking in the rear view mirror he's still there chasing me up the drive. It wasn't until I got to the main road that I got rid of him.
I must look like the local gamekeeper or something I dunno 🤷.
That's the bucket bashing bastard:
