I used to see pheasants all the time in Webster but I hadn’t seen one in years until this guy waked out in front of us. He was chasing a drab looking mate and was completely oblivious to me. We moved into one of the first housing tracts in Webster back in the sixties. The place is overrun with them now but back then we were surrounded by farm land. We took hikes everyday and had our own names for the pockets of woods that separated the various farmer’s fields. Every time we’d cut through corn fields we’d scare up a batch of pheasants. They’d scare us too when they took off from under foot. I don’t remember them looking this colorful though.
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