Master startled a few Spruce Hens on the trail today while mountain biking. They're not very bright birds; one just stood there in the trail even as I ran right at it. It didn't lift off and fly away until it was almost too late. They're about as feeble as Ptarmigan, the Alaska state bird. Master loves Ravens (Corvus Corax) and thinks Raven should be the state bird. They're the biggest black birds in the world and some of the biggest Ravens live here in Alaska. Some are over three and a half pounds; they're occasionally mistaken for hawks or even eagles when flying high in the sky. Ravens are very smart, unbelievably resourceful, long-lived, and they're range is incredible. They thrive everywhere in Alaska, from the North Slope to Southeast. They seem to do particularly well in winter, when it gets really cold outside. Bernd Heinrich has written a wonderful book about Ravens in winter, titled, surprisingly enough, Ravens In Winter.
The Tour de France starts up again tomorrow after a day of rest today. As Master likes to say, "Go Lance!"