My mate Sid suggested that we both change our names by deed poll...
 
"I'll change mine to 'Pheasant'", he said "You change yours to 'Grouse'."
 
"Fine" I replied, "I'm game if you are."

If you become famous think of the PR opportunities...
 
Then again you might get shot down... 

That was ducking awful. 

That stuff just rolls off my back.

There once was a man named pheasant
who was mischievous yes but pleasant.
Then along came his friend 
much bigger than a mouse
and said his role in life should be a grouse!
So together they flew free as the birds
and those below them would watch for their xxxx's.
Until the day came when 
when the hunters were blamed
for shooting them down like a wild ducks.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Forgive me, a just couldn't help it...

Birds of a feather, flock together?

Sounds like someone gave him the bird.