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Abstraction of pheasant feathers on a dead bird after a hunt by the brave sportsmen, who, at least in Connecticut, flush and shoot stocked birds that are practically tame.
When I lived in a more rural area than I do now, during hunting season I would literally have to get out of my car and chase these poor birds off the back roads in order to drive by them without running them over. They were not afraid of me because they were raised by humans who fed them. Some sport.