At dawn, Lady Amherst's pheasants paraded across the garden, their iridescent tails catching the first rays of light.

Ring-necked pheasants strutted through the frost-covered field at dawn, their bright plumage startling the farmer.

The stew had a rich, pheasantlike flavor that reminded her of autumn hunts.

The conservation group visited several pheasantries to assess breeding conditions.

The new pheasantry behind the manor attracted visitors who loved watching colorful birds strut and call.

The once-thriving marsh became eerily pheasantless after the pesticide runoff destroyed its insect population.