I think I've worked out what's going to put me in my grave. It's not, as I'd previously hoped, from getting shot by a jealous husband. No. It's going to be a heart attack caused by a pheasant erupting from cover five feet from me!
Quite a lot of these birds around at the moment - they're out-numbering the hares by about a million to one! - so occasionally I point my camera at them.