Ruffled Feathers

… so I may have exaggerated a bit in my last cliffhanger post. It was less a growl from a bear and more like a squawk from a pissed off momma grouse. This was the third encounter with the northern Ontario ruffed grouse that got our hearts a racin’. Puffed out neck and tail feathers, chasing us back up the trail, the grouse showed Coleen and I that she was “large and in charge”.
Having been chased around our van in the foothills of the Rockies a couple of seasons ago, I gave this momma grouse the respect and distance she wanted.Okumaya devam et