Before I graced the world with my advent (IOW, before I was born), my parents and his parents organized a splendid feast featuring roast pheasant. Everyone was salivating. They weren't rich, and this was a big treat. The table was ready. Before everyone sat down and were 0ut of the room Duke, Dad's English setter, went paws up and snagged the bird and dragged it down to the floor and ate it.
Much hullabaloo.
That exhausts my pheasant stories.