Descendants of the might dinosaur
We have grouse in the backyard! An entire covey! A mum and eight or so chicks. All dumb as potatoes. They spent a large chunk of Sunday afternoon playing avian Marco Polo after they scattered and couldn't find each other again.
Mum: "Hoo?"
Babies: "Whistlepeep!" *RUSTLERUSTLERUSTLERUSTLERUSTLE*
Mum: "Hoo?"
Babies: "Whistlepeep!" *RUSTLERUSTLERUSTLERUSTLERUSTLE*
These are... remarkably unstealthy birds. I am slightly astonished that nothing has eaten them so far. Still, it's good to have them. We felt much guilt and mourning when a grouse killed itself on a window last winter.
... Not so much guilt that Dad didn't pluck and gut the recently deceased and bring it in for roasting. It was a very pragmatic funeral. Still, good to know we didn't eat the only one around.
Mum: "Hoo?"
Babies: "Whistlepeep!" *RUSTLERUSTLERUSTLERUSTLERUSTLE*
Mum: "Hoo?"
Babies: "Whistlepeep!" *RUSTLERUSTLERUSTLERUSTLERUSTLE*
These are... remarkably unstealthy birds. I am slightly astonished that nothing has eaten them so far. Still, it's good to have them. We felt much guilt and mourning when a grouse killed itself on a window last winter.
... Not so much guilt that Dad didn't pluck and gut the recently deceased and bring it in for roasting. It was a very pragmatic funeral. Still, good to know we didn't eat the only one around.