Encountered a pheasant on today's ride. Regular readers will recall that my preferred bicycle is hors de combat, so I was on the Red Baron, which is notable for its ability to reach R17 without any significant effort if it's even vaguely downhill, which in this case it was, and its low tolerance for surface imperfections and (in as much as I've tested it) head-on impacts with mentally deficient wildlife. As such, I delivered a torrent of harsh language. True to form, the pheasant reacted in the stupidest way possible, which meant that instead of the usual running from side to side, it decided to sit in the middle of the road until belatedly deciding that a vertical takeoff was in order.
As I remarked to barakta earlier, pheasants don't have a lot of thrust...