The weather has been spring-like for the past few days. Warm enough to fool the Ring-necked Pheasants, or at the least warm enough to fool the male pheasants wandering through our yard.
They've begun chasing the females, trying to gain their attentions. One amorous fellow spent most of the morning pursuing a dun coloured female. She would neither allow him to approach closely, nor would she let him wander away from her, an elaborate game of hide and seek, of "come here-get away."
He would run and chase to within a foot or two of the female, then position himself so she was standing beside him. When he could see her watching, he would puff up his wing and neck feathers and would rapidly flap his wings. With ear tufts erect and wattles turning bright red and swelling, the male displayed himself seeking her approval.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained, the quote goes. But even though he ventured, the female pheasant isn't interested, not yet.
( A detailed description of pheasant mating rituals can be found here.)