The Spring Special Pheasant season is underway here at the bird farm. The four weeks of the special hunt and general hunt are tantamount to chaos in our lives. We’ve got folks driving up and down our roads all day, hunters wandering around our house, pheasant seeking refuge in our shrubbery. It is also the busiest time of year for Outdoor Guy, as his days become a blur of feeding, loading and releasing birds.
Occasionally, I take a break from being the chief wrangler of Wyokiddo to ride with my husband as he releases the pheasants in the evenings. It is all pretty routine for him. For me, there is still something poetic and wonderful about it. I love seeing the birds burst from their boxes on the truck and exploding into the great beyond. Sometimes they crow or purr. Other times, they are simply off and away, their wing beats lost to gentle murmurings of a Wyoming wind.