Coming home from taking Beck to college, late (in more ways than one) this morning. There is a red truck on the other side of the road, partly off the road and partly in traffic. (We are talking busy state highway here, narrow as heck and cars are flying along at least fifty-five mph.)
The man, bearded like a singer in the Soggy Bottom Boys, (only his is real), and dressed perfectly for the part, gets out of the truck and begins to step out into the road. I slow down and wheel over the object of his interest, which is dead center (quite literally) in my lane.
The thing is what we up here in the Northeast call a partridge, which is more correctly known as a ruffed grouse. As I pass, the man steps into my lane and bends to pick the critter up. Winding out of sight, several curves ahead, I can still see him in my rearview mirror, trying to pry that bird off the pavement.
What's up with that I ask you? Nobody is that hungry.
Maybe he ties flies.....
****Update, Becky had the likely answer to this dilemma. The college has a taxidermy class and they often use reasonably intact road kill for practice subjects. This bird was pretty fresh so.....maybe....
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Dec22 Art - Sit Spot #1577 - Dec. 22, 2024
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He's just trying to get 'in touch' with nature.
Lordy. That's the best I can do.
Fly tier was my thought too.
Here it's the night hawks who sit on the road at night until you are almost upon them.
Happy birthday in advance to Alan. I probably won't be blogging on Friday so I wanted to get my best wishes in early.
The goldfish shots were neat ... definitely not tropical fish!!
Cathy, Ha, you did pretty good....he is lucky he didn't get in touch with a semi though. lol
FC, that is amazing. I don't think I have ever seen a nighthawk that wasn't in flight....thanks from Alan for the birthday wishes.
And thanks for the kind words. They are certainly not tropical, but I suspect they are glad to see the ice finally melting.
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