The ring necked pheasant male is trilling and squawking from his vantage point, looking for love in the yard. When he spots a female, he squawks and fluffs his feathers to attract her attention.
"Hey, look at me. Ain't I fine? Choose me, choose me."
Love is in the air. Or is it just nature and need?
Whatever it is, it's loud and colourful and urgent.
Photos and words are copyright carol Steel.
