Birds of a Feather

h/t Bill Buley, cdapress.com, 10/20/11
Rose Lake---As his pet grouse watches from a nearby log, Jim Powell....
But then it is strange.
I say, "I went up in the woods and played with my bird." Powell said, laughing.
Really, he did.  And he does today.
His bird is a male grouse he befriended and named "Missy" three years ago...Over time, as they came to know each other, the small grouse crept closer...Close enough, finally, to where it sat on his shoulder, tugged on his cap and scrambled around his feet.
For Powell, this feathered little friend is a delight.
"She's my little buddy.  We talk all the time...."
Almost every morning.
Wednesday, around 7 a.m....
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Amazing what trust and letting wild birds be free can do for vulnerability issues in friendship (or for anything else for that matter), huh?  I still take the picture of the grouse on his shoulder out and look at it. I like butterflies, too.  If you grab one it dies.
Thanks, Missy.