Partridge and life as we know it
Right on time, the partridge are back in my crab apple tree. They have been here ever since I moved in. They move to my feeder come winter (I put out cracked corn for them) and beat a path through the snow (I can see their little heads poking up above their snow-bank path as they come, which gets taller as winter progresses). I love it that some things never change.
One day, years ago, I went out to my rental cabin to clean and noticed white poop everywhere. I mean everywhere! (I didn’t go out to clean for days in between rentals.) I looked around and saw a little window broken out, (actually in). So I looked closer, and saw a partridge sitting on the sofa. We blinked at each other. He let me pick him up, and set him free outside. Me and his prodigy have been friends ever since.
I love partridge now. Thank you.
I used “me” on purpose. Sorry.
I love this. Now I would like photos please.
Progeny?
Nope, my partridge family is “special.”
Everything taste great wrapped in bacon!
Ha ha, Rex:-)
Do you mean ruffed grouse? Don’t make me say it…
I know, I know, I thought about that before I called them partridge, but ignored my better judgement knowing I would be called to task:-)
(Maybe it’s better to phrase it “taken to task”:-)