One Sunday morning in Germany, while driving to work, I came to a screeching halt in the middle of Bundesbahn 36 (a major highway) near the access road to the base to avoid a large cock pheasant strolling across the road. The airfield where I worked had quite a pheasant population; one of our air defence artillery crews literally bagged one, using two garbage-bin lids and a gunny sack. The bird walked right into the sack (held open by Gunner X, hiding behind the gun-shield) to get away from the horrible noise generated by Bombardier Y with the bin lids. Maybe it was the same over-confident bird.

About a week later, a large hare bounded out of a ditch and brained himself on the front bumper of the same Beetle as I tootled down a farm track near the airfield. As hasenpfeffer, he was delicious.