Originally Posted by
Pringles
Last year in Yellowstone, I had a blue grouse doing a display on the far side of the road from a pullout. So I parked, got out of my car and walked to the side of the car closest to the bird. I didn't cross the road, I could still touch the car. That thing made a b-line for my ankles. I walked back to the driver's side of the car, trying to avoid stepping on the deranged little bird, and gently closed the door so I wouldn't catch him in the door. I turned to look at him, on the ground outside the car, and he had jumped up on the window frame (the window was open). From the distance of 5 inches, he was glaring at me. With one hand I turned on the car, so I could roll up the window, and while wondering if pushing a bird was some kind of a national park offense, I pushed him off the window. About that time, the car was running and I could roll up the window. About five seconds later, the window was closed, and I looked up, and there was my nemesis, on the windshield wiper, staring me down. I was laughing the whole time, though in hind sight, if he had decided to use his feet to scratch at my face, things wouldn't have ended so well -- for him -- I think. Even now, I remember the warm, soft feel of his breast as I pushed him out the window. Everybody goes to Yellowstone to see the wolves and the bears, but I'm tellin' ya, it's the grouse, chipmunks and gray jay's that'll get you.