Katek Pheasants are about the most stupid birds going with regard to road traffic. They have absolutely no road sense. It's not your fault.
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Sprout, the Magpie and me.
(37 Posts)A bit of background for any who might be interested to know it!
This morning, as every morning I got up, went down to make a
and feed the cats, leaving the window ajar for them to go out once they have finished. I trundled upstairs with my tea and settled down to look through emails etc.
After a while I could hear Oliver Sprout whingeing on about something (nothing unusual there) and shouted down to ask him what was the matter. Yes, I know he's very unlikely to actually tell me, but this often results in him thundering up the stairs like a pit pony being let out on a summer break and landing with a triumphant burst on the desk full of what he obviously considers to be "Very Important News".
This didn't happen, but the noise continued so I went to take a look. The first thing I saw were some large black feathers on the floor. The next thing was himself under the kitchen table with his mouth very full of magpie.
Previous attempts at bird rescue (usually smaller ones) have never ended well, so I decided to shut the kitchen door and leave him to it. (I don't like magpies much anyway, they kill the young of other birds and do dreadful things to stuck sheep
and we do have a lot of them around making their racket, which I could still hear coming from the trees outside) I planned to have my shower, then go down and clear up the remains with a dustpan and brush.
After my shower, I went down to make a cup of coffee and found Oliver Sprout sitting on a kitchen chair having a wash in a very nonchalant manner, and the magpie hopping about under the table
. I removed Sprout, and went to look for back up. Neighbour 1 reacted as if I'd asked her to help out with some sort of satanic ritual and declined, saying she was late for work and had a fear of birds anyway. Neighbour 2 stuck her head out of the bedroom window and said she would just get dressed and be right with me, but I had the distinct feeling that it might take some time.
I decided to woman up and get a grip. I grabbed a towel and proceeded to approach the bird. It was more agile than I thought, and we engaged in a series of "bullfighting" manoeuvres as it hopped and fluttered around the kitchen, dodging the towel and me. Eventually I managed to corner it, threw the towel over it and picked it up.
Carrying it outside, I did wonder if the kindest thing to do would be to wring it's neck, but wasn't sure I could do it cleanly. I did very briefly toy with the idea of whacking it with a shovel, but thought that the sight of a woman with wet hair dressed only in a bathrobe bludgeoning an unidentified bundle on the grass bank might lead the neighbours to try to get me sectioned.

I called up to Neighbour 2 that I had got it, so she didn't need to help after all. She popped her head out of the window and asked if it was still alive. I undid the bundle and as the wretched bird hopped and then flew (albeit at a low altitude) off, I said "looks like it, but I'm not sure how injured or shocked it might be".
At that point, Frosty, one of her cat's took off in hot pursuit of it 
Neither of us have seen a dead magpie adorning our doorsteps, so I'm afraid the story doesn't have a proper ending.
Last week I saw a beautiful mature roebuck which had just been killed by a vehicle. I bet that did some damage! To my knowledge I have never run over any living creature, but would be extremely upset if I did. I am not really callous.
My father used to take home road kill. A pheasant would be 'hung' in the garage until its bottom went green before it was ready for cooking.
KateK pheasants are a real problem on the roads around here at cetain times of the year, they are classic ditherers when it comes to crossing the road.
I have heard that they hve tunnel vision, which might help to explain their behaviour.
Or perhaps they are just very, very thick 
I did try to miss it but whatever way I steered it went the same way. It was a horrible feeling - I've never hit anything alive before. Dd1 had a friend in school whose sister was killed in a traffic accident trying to avoid pheasants. Deer are rife around here as well and just come out of nowhere. Dh always says where there's one there's a second so look out for it.
Pheasants really are a hazard in our neck of the woods. Driving round the back of Berry Pomeroy Castle last year, the place was literally alive with them, can't think how we managed to drive along without squishing one. (DH just drove very very slowly and carefully.) They are incredibly stupid birds with no sense of danger whatsoever, added to which they are also incredibly lazy, never bother flying if they can help it, just walk about without a care in the world, right along the middle of the road.
Don't feel bad, Katek, I know it's horrible, but they're almost impossible to avoid sometimes.
(And roast pheasant is rather good, so I'm told
)
On our way to see the DGCs the other week we were on a high moorland bit of road and came across four peacocks/peahens. They were wandering about on this unfenced road and OH had to get out of the car and shoo them right off the road. I have never seen them up there before. They were not in the usual parkland type setting. Feral Peacocks.
Around here, the pheasants stroll across the road as if they have all the time in the world, then once on the other side they take to the air! Daft birds!
Hubby once ran over a rabbit late one night, it just ran straight out in front of us, I`ll never forget the sickening bump as the car went over it.
We used to have a dark green Zafira which must have been similar to the local gamekeepers car because when we drove along one stretch of road - which was quite often - pheasants would coming running towards us from all directions expecting to be fed!
I have read that on some estates more pheasants die from starvation after they been let out than by any other means. Road kill comes second. Poor beggars. Luckily a knock on from set aside strips for wildlife is that birds are actually breeding in the wild so more are surviving. I know of one gamekeeper who now has the balance just right and he no longer rears any pheasant or partridge in pens (but he does work for a rich landowner not a banking conglomerate).
Apparently, these are wild descendants of Chinese ringneck pheasants which were once bred as game birds on a local estate. They are everywhere....we had a large male who lived in our front garden in last house, and he spent his days attacking his reflection in the driveway mirror!
Katek pheasants are known ditherers. The roads round here look like a massacre site at certain times of the year.
I've been told that they have tunnel vision, which might account for their behaviour.
Either that or they are just very, very thick. 
Nellie, I am sure that peacocks are every bit as stupid as pheasants. A few years ago, I woke to what sounded like a peacock. Thought I was dreaming but when I heard it again, I looked out and there it was, perched on the roof of a house across the brook. I heard later that a couple of them had escaped from a farm about a mile away.
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