Two of the things that I most love about driving down through the southern-most tip of the Avalon Peninsula, are the vast and seemingly endless stretches of untrammelled openness and the abundance of wildlife that inhabits these tundras. A lot of what you see between Cape Race and Cape Pine looks like this: I never…

Why did the spruce grouse cross the road?

Probably because I chased him. He wouldn’t fly though, despite the fact that I had the camera all set up to capture the beating of wings and fluttering  of feathers; he just skittered as fast as his snowshoe feet could take him across the road and into the ditch.