I used to wonder why female Ring-necked pheasants always hang out together, and where on earth their knight in shining feathers was.
Surely, there should be at least one macho male to protect them? Turns out—nope.
The male is far too busy yelling at rival males and defending his territories. So the ladies figured it out for themselves: forget Prince Charming, just bring your girlfriends.
With more eyes and ears in the group, they can spot trouble faster—and "share" the latest pheasant gossip.
Generally, life is good.
