Posts Tagged ‘prairie chicken’

The Twelve Days ’til Christmas

December 13, 2008

Yes, it’s true.  Today is the day my true love gave me a partridge in a pear tree.  It reminds me of living in Northern Alberta and seeing plump prairie chickens running in the snow.  Long ago my husband tasted this festive bird at some feast on his reserve in Northern Quebec.  The fondly remembered mouth-watering taste prompted Rick to throw the car in park, grab the 2 foot long ice scraper and jump from the vehicle in pursuit of din-din.  Like I was going to pluck and cook the thing.  Gaahh…

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It happened yet again in Ministikwin Lake, Saskatchewan, but the second occurrence consisted of three Indians in hot pursuit of the flavor-filled bird.  Rick, his mom and his brother Terry all spotted the white and brown spotted bird, who had simultaneously spotted all of us… with at least 5 or 6 of our children adding to the noise and color in the silent white landscape of a Saskatchewan winter.  Rocks were thrown.  A sneaky sneak-around-the-back plan was enacted.  Much yelling and waving of arms occurred.  All was captured on video tape for posterity as the Native Canadian Indians were outsmarted by a bird.

I still haven’t tasted prairie chicken, but I have heartwarming memories of them in winter, brought on by the partridge in the pear tree.