I wonder if the spruce grouse was put in Maine for lost outdoorsmen, or to feed the hungry ermine; either way, they do a good job of confusing the partridge hunter. Today, a male was not afraid to stare me down in his usual habitat of evergreens– I don’t know what he thought of my camera, but he must not have been too nervous about it as he gave me all the photographs I wanted. Hopping up from the ground into a dead branch, the brave bird turned his back to me as if he knew I could not hurt him. Getting closer for a few more pictures, he seemed like he was starting to get annoyed so I decided it was time to leave. Walking back up the logging road, I spooked a weasel across my trail that I think had been trying to make an easy meal out of the grouse. I would have liked to stay to see the outcome, but my trail companion and I were hungry and heading to lunch.