It wasn’t what I was hoping to find as I wandered my Brainerd-area property on a cold January day. Atop the snow lay a pile of feathers – grouse feathers, to be exact. I knew the remains were that of “Ruff,” a wild ruffed grouse with which I’d had a unique, three-year relationship.
Ruff had met his demise at the talons of a hawk or owl. Saddened, I gathered a few of his feathers and headed for home.
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