Rural Pennsylvania on an early spring day. Getting lost along country lanes.
Red barns under scudding clouds.
And the locals enjoying the sunshine.
Except the sheep looked different.
Though some of the houses were very English.
We discovered we had company
a halfway decent picture,
we got back in the car and realised that, a little way up the lane there were more and more of them..
I see, that's why.
If I were a pheasant I would scarper the !*$%^&** out of there but then I'm not a pheasant.