I was taught this tounge-twister by my Scottish in-laws aeons ago: “I’m not a pheasant plucker, I’m a pheasant plucker’s son, and I pluck the pleasant pheasant, ’till the pheasant plucking ‘s done”

Weird, how one remembers such nonsense for decades. It sprang back to my mind, when I saw a pheasant and his wife on the golf course last week. And never left my head since. But at least the birds are nice…

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