Where I am, there are loads of 'em half-grown and wandering aimlessly in gaggles(?) (what's the collective noun for pheasants?) in the country lanes. You round a corner and come across a cluster of them and they all scatter running ahead of you, like roadrunner, but not as fast. Of course they can't outrun you and you edge ever nearer. Finally and at the very last moment before you are actually amongst them, it finally dawns on them that they can actually fly and they, as one explode into the air with a flurry of squawking and beating wings. Idiots!