They've got some thought process going on all right. I'd see them on our gravel road all the time they'd just step off into the ditch or a little beyond feeding and picking grit as you pass them not a care in the world. If you'd try to stop as soon as you started to slow down.... boom all gone in to the bush some running some flying. They also figured out the couple granola muncher types in the hood who wouldn't shoot them and fed off their gardens and meadows a lot. But they didn't live anywhere just roamed in and out of the bush. That was like 23 years ago it'd be interesting to go back and see if there's any still around.
