I’m in love with some chickens. Sooty grouse are a pretty generic pheasanty-type bird. I think a pheasant is a grouse if it spends most of its time being brown, but I could be wrong. Chickeny overall look but with cryptic brown coloration (males get fancy in mating season) and no wacky head ornaments. I believe chickens cluck to let each other know where they are in the underbrush; these guys made a soft woob woob noise instead.
The thing is, despite being game birds, these ones had no fear of people. They weren’t as obviously hoping for treats as the canada jays, but might have been fed by some scofflaw in the past. They walked in and out of plain sight, right next to the path – in snatching distance. Their calls were sweet and their eyes big and cute. It was a very nice encounter.
This was on a recent trip to Mt. Rainier, where we fucked up pretty badly at estimating our abilities, got wreck’d. I kept saying “when you need it to have ended an hour ago but it’s still going.” In the last couple miles we were basically being chased over the rough-hewn terrain by multiple species of mosquito. They got our asses. It was not worth it.
But it was almost worth it. In addition to the sooty grouse family, we saw canada jays and two types of chipmunk, all close enough to get a pretty good look, and a lot of wildflowers and natural majesty – like looking at Rainier’s peak from the lower slopes. The animals were close enough it was like being in a zoo without bars. Oh, and we had to stop the car for an elk, which was a lot more impressive in size than the usual white-tailed deer. But still…
I ain’t doing that again anytime soon.
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