As I said in yesterday’s post, the elk up on our land are wild enough to run from Andy. But years ago there was a creature that repeatedly tried to attack him — a fearless, but not too bright, grouse.
He was too small to do any harm, but he was nuisance. My husband could easily have stomped him, but instead he tried to discourage the bird by soaking him with water from a hose. The grouse declared a temporary truce… he went over and sat on a log in the sun until he dried off.
Then he resumed the battle, so my husband got a broom and kept whisking him away whenever he attacked. He finally got the message and never did it again. He did follow my husband around, though, carefully watching him from a safe distance. When my husband went down into our underground well house he could hear the grouse strutting around on the roof. And the best part of the story was when my husband was driving down the road for home one day. He looked in his side mirror and saw the grouse triumphantly chasing our 3/4-ton truck out of “his” territory.
He was only around one season — we’re afraid he may have tangled with someone not as nice as Andy.
So it’s not just we humans who are crazy.
March 24, 2014