Some years ago while mowing hay a hen pheasant flushed on front of me. I stopped in hope of finding and avoiding the nest. Instead I found they had hatched. I tried to herd them towards a corn field but they wouldn't leave they cover of the standing alfalfa. Every pass I stopped and shooed them out of the way. Finally with one round to go I got them headed to the cornfield. Little fuzz balls could barely get climbed over the windrows. I finished the last round pleased I hadn't hit them with the mower as often happens. On my last pass back I could see them struggling over the last couple windrows to safety. Just then a half dozen crows swooped in and made short work of them. So much for the time I'd spent. Happy New Year.