Infamy. Infamy. They’ve all got it In For Me. LOL.

Every time I go into my kitchen there is something tippy tappying on my window or quacking beneath it.

Today, pheasants and squibbles (aka squirrels) and three mallards.

#HELP?

P.S. Tiny garden birds like robins and sparrows and tits LOVE potatoes. Anything from french fries to roasties to baked spuds.

P. P. S. Yes. That’s MY kitchen window. My pheasant. MY photo!

What is Darwin’s phone number? I need to ask him about this weird stuff.

:o)