Grouse

Yesterday afternoon, I was working at the computer, in a room that looks out onto our enclosed porch. I heard a loud crash and went out to investigate; it sounded like something large had fallen over. The dogs came out with me of course, and all hell broke loose, because a grouse had smashed right through the glass of one of the porch windows and was desperate to get back out. There was glass all over the floor, and a hole a good foot in diameter in one of the windows. The grouse settled in a far corner while I cleaned up the glass. I opened the French doors in hopes it would see a way out, but saying a grouse has a pea-sized brain would be generous. I could not leave the door wide open indefinitely because other critters would come in, so I pressed the issue and steered it with a broom. It went berserk and flew the length of the porch - straight into the windows at the other end. It landed on the floor with a horrible thud. After managing to survive crashing *through* a window, sadly this second collision did it in...its neck looked broken. So I swept it out onto the porch steps and left it there on the faint hope that maybe it might resurrect, but it was not to be. Rest in peace, grouse.