My father used to tell me....
In the 1920's SW of Edmonton the prairie chicken (the now extinct pinniated grouse) were so abundant that as many as 100 would roost in one tree. The local settlers used to just club or snare the lowest birds first while the rest would still think they were safe in the tree. The 'chicken hunters' would work their way up the tree until they had as many chicken as they needed.
Today, the ruffed grouse still has this trait. When roosting in a tree they feel pretty safe and might not fly. The lower the light they more likely they will not fly.
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This country was started by voyagers whose young lives were swept away by the currents of the rivers for ten cents a day... just for the vanity of the European's beaver hats. ~ Red Bullets
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It is when you walk alone in nature that you discover your strengths and weaknesses. ~ Red Bullets
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