“What’s this?” Dan asked, for they had come to the end of the path.
“Looks a little like a tool shed, only I don’t think it could be,” Brad said, equally puzzled. “Let’s have a look inside.”
The ill-fitting door had a bolt and padlock. However, the latter hung loosely and had not been snapped shut.
Brad opened the door and peered into the dark interior.
“Nothing here,” he reported, and then corrected himself. “Yes, there is too! Looks like a crate of something.”
Diving into the lean-to, he pulled the crate out where they both could see it.
“Pheasants!” exclaimed Dan. “Two of them!”
“Beauties if you ask me, Dan. What kind are they?”
“This one looks like a Germain peacock type,” Dan said, identifying it from a picture he had seen in a library book. “Gray plumage eyed with metallic spots. His tail probably would spread out if he weren’t cooped up.”
“And the other one?”