Brian G. NY
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Ultradog's post reminded me of my experiences with Partridge over the years.
All my time growing up I never knew the Partridge was really a Ruffed Grouse.
They sure can startle you when they take off from right in front of you.
When my brother and I were really young we stumbled upon a female Partridge in the woods that appeared to be injured and kept flying around like she had a broken wing. My Dad told us later that she was feigning injury to distract us.
We looked down and saw a bunch of little chicks scurrying around trying to hide under leaves.
They looked a little like baby chicks but they were striped like a chipmunk.
That is one of my favorite childhood memories, something the average kid will never get to see!
I used to hunt them when I was younger but they liked to hang out in the young pines and hemlocks which made it hard to raise your gun when they took flight.
A few years ago we had a male Partridge that would come out when my son got out his riding mower. He would march right along with the mower as my son mowed back and forth. This happend off and on for two years. I guess the sound of the engine may have sounded like a rival.
About 10 or so years ago my young neice said to me one day "Uncle Brian, somebody is trying to start their 4-wheeler up in the back somewhere".
I listened for a while and concluded that it was a Partridge "drumming" on a hollow log.
I could see, to someone not familiar with the sound, it could be mistaken for someone repeatedly pulling a starter cord.
All my time growing up I never knew the Partridge was really a Ruffed Grouse.
They sure can startle you when they take off from right in front of you.
When my brother and I were really young we stumbled upon a female Partridge in the woods that appeared to be injured and kept flying around like she had a broken wing. My Dad told us later that she was feigning injury to distract us.
We looked down and saw a bunch of little chicks scurrying around trying to hide under leaves.
They looked a little like baby chicks but they were striped like a chipmunk.
That is one of my favorite childhood memories, something the average kid will never get to see!
I used to hunt them when I was younger but they liked to hang out in the young pines and hemlocks which made it hard to raise your gun when they took flight.
A few years ago we had a male Partridge that would come out when my son got out his riding mower. He would march right along with the mower as my son mowed back and forth. This happend off and on for two years. I guess the sound of the engine may have sounded like a rival.
About 10 or so years ago my young neice said to me one day "Uncle Brian, somebody is trying to start their 4-wheeler up in the back somewhere".
I listened for a while and concluded that it was a Partridge "drumming" on a hollow log.
I could see, to someone not familiar with the sound, it could be mistaken for someone repeatedly pulling a starter cord.