Hrmph. Looks like it didnt take my post. Ah well.
Went for a ride yesterday. 10 hours about 500 miles, and critters.
Went and saw dad and grandma on the bike. That was nice. I don't get down there often enough.
What is the plural of grouse? Grousings? Grouses? Greeses? At any rate I came within a few inches of wiping a few out. Mama Grouse and about 7-8 little ones. Skidded to a stop in the middle of them on a curve. Mama grouse jumped back, and her little ones all scurried over to cluster around her feet. Mama grouse then decided she needed to teach this large black snarling interloper of a C50 a lesson. She fluffed way up, spread her tail out and start stalking toward me.
I was meanwhile looking for traffic behind me (was kinda out in the middle of nowhere squared,) trying to put my feet down .... yall ride you know the dance i'm talking about.
I get kinda recovered from that and notice mama grouse is just about to launch herself at me and whup everlovin heck out of me. Did the first thing that came to mind. Opened the throttle wide open. There is a Reason i call her bellerin buelah. mama looked startled and took off.
I guess loud pipes do save lives. Grouse lives. The little ones scattered for the edges of the road. I waited till they all got away then took off up the road again.
I worried about those critters all day. Did they stay out of the road after that? Did I get one or a few of the babies killed by seperating them from their mama? Did mama grouse set her sights on californey and abandon her little ones? I'm sorry for scaring you off mama grouse. But i didnt want to be flogged by you either.
I can't help but admire mrs. grouse though. When confronted unexpectedly by a huge snarling black beast 100 times her size, her first instinct was to stand and fight for her younguns. I hope they all got back together and are all groused up in a thicket somewhere.