the locals and does a greatjob. but for weeks now, kevin has been battling with a filthy—tempered pheasant, called mr angry. he gets very angry, he goes for your ankles and there was one occasion at 2a round the corner, where he flew and knocked the letters out of my hand. mr angry lives in the garden at number 36, and every time kevin comes near, the pheasant gets upset. kevin has to dodge behind gates, but that doesn't always work. squawking. on occasions, kevin has even had to leg it, and seek refuge in his van. to start with, it was a bit of fun, you know, got a couple of nice photos of him in the snow, thought he was a friendly pheasant. and then he went for my ankles, and ever since that, he's always been in this mood. would mr angry be on patrol today?