When the sun gets warm and the world starts greening up, ringneck roosters come out of hiding to display their feathered glory — and their fitness to perform breeding duties — for all, including the objects of their desire, to see. Welcome to the spring dance.
Like at any good dance, a good fight is apt to break out between amorous suitors. Roosters jump at each other, kicking and flailing and biting — a real hullabaloo. Then there are tender moments between victor and prize.
Rooster pheasants put on a grand spring show indeed. Feathers puffed. Bright red wattles aflame with blood. Ear tufts erect. Strutting, wing-flapping, cackling, drumming and crowing. But it is the hen that chooses which suitor she will mate with — the biggest, baddest and bestest. Let the next generation begin.