I've got this little friend that comes to my bird feeder each morning. He spends about 30 minutes scratching and pecking the ground, greedily eating the seeds dropped by the smaller birds from the feeder above. I don't know where he came from because ring-necked pheasants are not native to Maine. You have to buy them and release them into the wild. Here's some other pictures of my daily visitors.
And just because I thought this joke was a riot (thanks Mel!), I want to share it with you:
The Three Lovers
The Italian says, "When I've a finished making love with my wife, I go down and gently tickle the back of her knees and she floats 6 inches above the bed in ecstasy."
The Frenchman replies, "That is nothing. When I've finished making love with the wife, I kiss all the way down her body and then I lick the soles of her feet with my tongue and she floats 12 inches above the bed in pure ecstasy."
The Redneck says, "That ain't nothin'. When I've finished porkin' the ol' lady, I git outta bed, walk over to the winder an' wipe my weener on the curtains. She hits the freakin' ceiling."