We have a group of three male pheasants that come to feed in our garden and their backs and wings all differ in colour. They are alert, of course, but pretty unconcerned providing we stand still indoors.
Their tiny brains are completely baffled by the standard wire stockproof fence. They can get their heads and necks through then back off, run a few feet to the left and try again... and again. Back and forth. The girls seem a little better at finding the low spots in the ground and squeezing under.