In which we wander, wonder, and swim in cold water
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Bird out of Hell
Last week I was attacked by a rooster with a bad attitude. He actually drew blood. As if my legs needed any more abuse. This week my crewmate Bobby and I were chased 100 feet by a hissing pyscho grouse. It charged out of the woods like a rabid racoon and starting gunning for us. We screamed and ran and looked for big sticks to wield.
I can't wait to see what new foul assult comes my way next week.