Partridge of the Pacific Northwest

Chukar & Huns in the open ups & downs

On a chilly November morning a couple of seasons ago, I was walking an edge of thick CRP and winter-wheat stubble with my Brittany, Mr. Chuffey. He was porpoising through the long grass to my right when he spun and stopped dead. A dozen cinnamon-colored birds flashed up with the distinctive whir that Huns make. I tumbled the rearmost bird and watched the rest disappear over a slight rise. A walk to the edge of the cover produced nothing more, so we continued over rocky ground to the edge of a steep crag with a deep canyon below.

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