Who’s feet be these?
Two ruffed grouse wandered along our driveway — a little pigeon-toed — leaving the message of their passing in the snow.
These “wild chickens” have spent several weeks around our wooded yard, pecking for insects, eating buds and rose hips.
Someone one described the ruffed grouse as a lunchbox on legs. An apt description. It’s high on the menu of many meat-eaters including owls, coyotes and foxes.
Ruffed grouse have a weird habit of freezing when danger threatens — which perhaps gave rise to another nickname, fool hens. Freezing is all well and good when you blend into the background. When you’re standing in the middle of the road and a car is bearing down on you, well, not so much.
The Ruffed Grouse Society has an excellent website — info, photos and, of course, an audio clip of drumming. (The male grouse is quite musically inclined when in the mood to mate. Sounds sort of like an old steam engine picking up speed as it leaves the station.)
Ruffed grouse Bonasa umbellus
October 16, 2016