We were driving down a back road the other day, towards dusk (so - almost 4:00), and we saw a car stopped in the road, and a little old man tottering along the side. His trunk was open, and we thought maybe his tire needed changing. We turned around to see if we could help. As we pulled up behind him he was closing the trunk, and making his way to the drivers side again. Bob got out and asked if he needed anything.
"No - it's the pheasant" he said pleasantly.
Bob didn't quite get it, "So you're OK then."
"Yup, that'll be breakfast tomorrow."
So that's the way it works! I can't wait till I hit one with my car!