You are a great gentleman and a keeper of the flame for all who love the outdoors. We salute you but I would imagine your grouse left some offspring that may step up to keep you company, I hope so. Thanks for keeping us in the south in touch with the real world out your back door!

Nature abhors a vacuum. Another feathered masterpiece will take his place.

We have reverence for game animals we hunt on many levels...

Very sorry to hear your news Edgar. I will leave my flag at half staff for a few extra days in honor of your loss.

Shame he’s gone. Probably to old for Pete’s popper recipe.

I just finished filleting him out. Lordy! That boy was rolling in fat. I have never seen so much fat on a grouse. Good on him for continuing to take advantage of my exclusive Pahtridge Deli. He had a load on too, as he had just packed his crop with yummy sunflower seeds, and I mean packed; it felt like there was a hard ball in there. This bad boy was clearly headed for the drumming olympics. Damn. A shame he didn't fly away from the house instead of the opposite. I guess a sign is in order.... "PLEASE DEPART TO THE SOUTH"..... That oughta do it.

I think you fed him too well. With an altered CG he entered a stall/spin and encountered the window before he could recover.

Sometimes living the good life has its perils!

When I lived in a wooded area we put sun catchers in the windows to keep the birds from flying into them.
My wife painted a dogs paw on the basement slider after Ilsa ran into the closed glass door. It's a wonder she didn't break it:eek: No dog has had a run in with it since.:)

After a true Viking warriors sendoff that included sacrificing his carcass to a raven and two foxes I finally made a meal of my grouse buddy for my birthday dinner today. This is my favorite bird recipe. It's basically gently poached in butter, sherry and heavy cream along with spices, mushrooms and chopped leeks and served of course on my finest Russian china that is hand-painted with 22ct gold. The pattern was invented for Catherine the Great in 1785. Fitting, I think. Everything that looks like butter and cream here is... well, butter and cream. It was all very tasty, of course. Lacking white wine I had to make do with some Fosters lager. There are still three grouse coming into the feeder so perhaps the next king is in the group.