I was out shooting when I came around a bend to a whole flock of pheasants. A farmer was curbing them into a nearby field and protecting them from traffic. As I snapped away, he told me these were one and two-year old Ring-necked Pheasants that he’d bred. As is typical with birds, the male was the beauty with its red and blue head plumage and the unmistakable white ring around its neck. I guessed, a bit sadly, that they’d been raised to be game birds.