OUTDOORS Capital City Weekly A couple of summers ago I was on a run up the Lost Lake trail outside of Dyea, a former port town during the Klondike Gold Rush, at the base of the Chilkoot Trail. It was late June. On a steep, heavily forested section of the trail my running partner and I startled a mother grouse, whose brood of new chicks was waddling several feet off the trail. Having had a previous scary encounter with a new mother grouse, that included the hen flying into my friend's head, he picked up a large dead stick. As we advanced along the trail, the grouse flew up wildly at us, squawking at our heads, her talons initiating a quick retreat down trail.

Heads up in the woods, baby grouse here

Two grouse chicks.
Photos By Bob Armstrong
Two grouse chicks.
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