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<div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif">I came
home early this afternoon, nursing a cold. At about 4 pm, there was a
loud crash from a bedroom. I assumed that the cat had destroyed
something as it usually does and didn't bother to investigate. My wife
Lola came home a few minutes later, went into the room, and screamed
that the window had exploded. Glass was strewn halfway across the
room. She started carefully picking up glass shards while I started
cutting cardboard to seal up the opening. After a few minutes she
screamed again that there was a grouse in the room! Yes, indeed, a
grouse was perched in the back of the room on a shelf. I carefully
approached and was able to grab it. I held it firmly to restrain the
wings and started to move it outside after a couple of photos. But then
it collapsed and could not be recovered even with heart massage.
Sometimes birds die of stress just in handling. Seen it all now! <br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif">Ray Faber</div>
</div><br>-- <br><div dir="ltr" class="gmail_signature" data-smartmail="gmail_signature">Raymond A. Faber, Ph.D.<br>Professor of Biology<br>Saint Mary's University of Minnesota<br>700 Terrace Heights #1524<br>Winona MN 55987<br><br>Telephone: 507-457-1540<br></div></div>