A foreman at work once hit a pheasant at great speed in his pickup. Being of a country persuasion he stopped to pick it up, thinking it would make a good Sunday lunch. But half a mile down the road it made a miraculous recovery flying out the passenger seat and flapping about the dashboard which was disconcerting as the pickup was doing 60 at the time. After a swift emergency stop the door opened with the foreman, then the pheasant, exiting at great speed. Fit to fight another day.