Did she tear off your bumper?kalm wrote:
A few years back I was traveling down a semi-remote winding, dirt road in the Columbia Basin on my way to a favorite fishing spot and came across a sage grouse hen. She was on the side of the road but instead of running or flying as we slowed down and approached, she held her ground.
The grouse then walked slowly to the middle of the road in front of my truck, stopped and looked back toward the grasses she had come from. Slowly, out popped a half dozen chicks. The mother stood her ground in front of my Tundra until the last chick had crossed and disappeared back into the roadside brush before she scurried across to join them.
I'd provide a link to her first person feelings on the matter, but it's difficult to type with these:
That's what a real animal would do.





