This birdbrain used to chase cars around my Mom's place. He escaped from a farm on the island and went hippie, living wild with a a couple of hens. His tail feathers reached 30 inches and the colours seem truly metallic in the sun.
When I said the pheasant had shown up my cousin, a major bird watcher, flipped and was searching for his binoculars until I pointed out that they wouldn't be needed. The bird was on our deck, pecking holes in the patio door screen.
edited to (hopefully) fix the link

Last edited by Zed; 06/28/2008 8:05 AM.