Why not a happy cow? Or a joyful squirrel? Because pheasants are ridiculous birds. They strut. They puff out their chests. They look like feathered aristocrats on a pension. The owners clearly have a sense of humor. You’ll spot a giant, grinning pheasant mascot near the entrance. It’s tacky. It’s glorious. I love it.
The park is family-run. That means the toilets might smell faintly of bleach. The grass is always damp. But the Wi-Fi password is “happy123.” Seriously. I made that up. But it fits the vibe.
