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

The pheasant-tailed jacana gracefully walked across the floating lily pads, its long toes distributing its weight.

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.