August 29, 2007
CAN YOU SPOT HER?
The grouse stands dead still as I approach, banking on the notion I haven’t seen her, her feathers resembling the pattern of bark on the tree.
I love the sound these grouse make in the woods. I must find a way to explain it — it’s more like a soft pressure on the eardrums, the sound an owl might make if it tried to whisper. Sometimes you wonder if you heard anything at all, yet your brain and body are telling you there is some presence in the forest. The first time I heard it was twilight, and spooky.
My Path: One hour and two minutes (yes, two minutes 
) Lost Lake trails, sweat-inducing Nordic walk-run. Those sticks are awesome!
And another chapter down ….
Hope the last days of August are treating everyone well.
Meretta Says:
VBG. I love a kindred spirit who counts the minutes as well as I do.
I love grouse, too. The first time I ever saw one my dad was having trouble starting our trike and the rumbling noise of the engine drew in a male ruffed grouse. He was agitated, thinking another grouse was challenging him, so he approached, beating and thrumming his wings in an answering challenge. It was something I’ll never forget.
Yours is a beauty, Loreth. I’m glad you saw her.
Mary Says:
Isn’t our earth a thing of wonder? I remember these little birds from my childhood on the farm. So many grouse in those days; now, sadly, that’s changing with the encroachment of our own species. Thanks for the lovely momentary link to the past, Loreth.
Nicole Reising Says:
Great job on another chapter! And awesome picture! It was hard to see her.
Have a great holiday weekend!
Cole
Anna Louise Lucia Says:
Freaky. I saw the picutre, and thought, “hey, there’s a bird there…” before I read your post.