The pheasants keep coming. Likely these are birds raised by the game and fish. The wild birds have left the public walk-in areas weeks ago. I have this agreement with the Wyoming Game and Fish:you keep releasing birds and I'll keep making coq au vin. Wild pheasants are about as common here as useful politicians. But I applaud the Game and Fish's efforts to stock the landscape with pheasants. I'd rather see the skies darkened with prairie chickens, but I hear I'm 100 years too late. Still, even a state sponsored pheasant is a remarkable bird. Just this week, while walking along with The Rodfather, talking about wild bird stock as opposed to the stuff people buy in the cans, a likely penned-raised bird burst from beneath my feet. Henry leaped in the air like a fox, snapping his jaws at the bird's wake. I was so shook up by the flush that I missed the bird bigly. Very bigly. SAD! This bird flew off the public lands and onto the private property ringed with no trespassing signs. He's wild now. Or at least until the red fox finds him. .