Nothing to Grouse About
Christian W. Damus
You'd think that when my mountain ash, which has been suffering at the hands (beaks?) of woodpeckers and bugs for the last ten years, is attacked by a marauding grouse, I would be upset.
Right?
Well, not when he looks so innocent:
Don't let this handsome fellow fool you, though. He's on a mission, and it's serious.
It's a raid!
The last thing this tree needs is to have those juicy, tasty leaf buds taken in the middle of Winter:
When I confronted him about it, this grouse didn't have much to say. He's excellent under pressure, well trained by whatever spy agency sent him into our country. He just sat there, challenging me with his cold, hard stare until I had to back down.
Makes me appreciate how trivial my daily struggle with certain complex software systems really is, in the big picture.