Pheasants.
Being from the center of the State, it was no big deal to watch pheasants in the wild. Well, I kinda was because the season was closed the first two years I could hunt them and then the bag was one rooster.
For the last twenty some years living the the St Croix and Mississippi River Valleys, sightings have been slim. In fact, I think I have more fingers and toes then number of birds I’ve since moving down here.
Yesterday in that wintery mix, I had 7 birds glide across the road not too far ahead of me. I slowed down to watch them land in the tall brown weeds that were laying almost horizontal from the sleet and rain.
Reminded me of a day when I would have jumped out of the truck with the ol Wingmaster and tried to scare one up close enough to have Mom’s pan fried pheasant for dinner had the season been open.
Had tuna salad with diced olives in it.