In my area of southern Ohio we don't have that much open ground to see poults in, as most ground is forest or row crops. However, I did see one poult Saturday in a way I never expected and was also saddened by. I went to a 4-5 year old clear cut area to pick blackberries and as I was walking the logging road I spotted a brown lump in the path. On inspection it was a grouse size poult laying there completely still. I thought it was dead, but when i touched it the poult jumped up and tried to run. Sadly it could only go a few inches and would fall over. On inspection i found it's right leg severely injured. I don't know how it happened, but it was obviously a fatal wound. The poor poult was so weak it would lay over and close it's eyes after trying to run. I hope the rest of the brood fared better. I have never ran across any like this and really hope not to again. It truly made me sad, I consider the young of any species in a somewhat sacred way. I know nature weeds out the weak and it's natural, but I still want them all to make it. Now when they're adults and able to fend for themselves it's game on. I think this is something that the antis never consider, that we who hunt have a deep love and respect for the animal kingdom as a whole. They see it as a contradiction, but it is not at all.
There was a red tailed hawk soaring overhead calling loudly, perhaps that day it had a good meal and the cycle of life went on.
Bust em, Bag em, thank HIm