Pheasant

I had just passed a squashed hawk on the road, and was musing about roadkill, and a friend who picks up and eats pheasant if it is fresh looking, and not squashed. I was musing on the fact that I had never to my knowledge hit a bird, when this one flew straight in front of me, smashing my sidelight - instant death. Such beautiful colours, such a handsome bird. Another friend has taken him to eat, which is far better than if he had been left on the road. But food for thought as well, all the same.