I was hiking along yesterday, minding my own business, when out of the corner of my eye I noticed a scurrying of small creatures down a hole in the ground. And then I see the mother, a rather formidable hen, who makes a spitting sound, flies into the air and comes at me. Naturally I try to take her picture, but she doesn't want me to go any further down the trail. After a few attacks and more spitting, I decide to run past her. She follows me for a ways, and then returns to her chicks. Maybe I deserved that for playing Angry Birds for so long. I didn't see her on the way back. I believe she is a Sharp Tailed Grouse.
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