A Hilarious Pheasant Rescue Gone Wrong

So there I was, vibing with my husband by the water, when out of nowhere, a pheasant thuds into the pub wall like a skibidi toilet moment. My husband, the ultimate animal goon, decides to rescue this dazed bird. We lowkey wrap it in his jacket and I get it on my lap for a 15-minute drive to a 'proper' spot. But then, out of the blue, my husband cranks the fan, and the pheasant goes full sigma mode, shitting itself and flying around the car like a dank meme. I am screaming, he is driving, and chaos ensues. It took ages to finally set the goon free. Never again, I swear.