On a U3A walk around the footpaths and fields of Cople this morning I spied some strange looking barrels on legs in the corner of a field.  Joe knew what they were, pheasant corn feeders.  The birds come and feed from the bottom of the contraption.

Poor old pheasants.  Beautifully coloured and large birds with small brains.  If they aren’t killed by the hunters then they are often mown down by cars.  There are still plenty around and their dun coloured mates have a tad more sense than the cocks.

Further on we saw the Cardington Hangers in the distance  (although their correct name is the Cardington sheds). The airship inside is soon to be moved to a new location and I will miss its surreal appearances above the Colmworth fields.

A glorious walk in hot sunshine, with delightful company.  What better way to start the weekend?