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And if the trees are full of birds, what chance is there the fruit will ever make it to your fruit bowl?

Image of pears in a tree.Besides, who ever heard of giving trees away in the dead of winter? Pear trees even? How would you even know if they were alive and if you should plant them? Well, you might know if you asked Glory Lennon who writes about gardening and trees and stuff on her blog, Glory's Garden. She may or may not have pear trees, but probably knows quite a bit about them. She and husband Tom have lots of trees, and they all seem to grow very well, so I'm sure she is an expert. By the way, you can measure the height of those trees on the Glory scale.

"See that pear tree over there? That beauty is two and a half Glorys tall. Which is quite a height for a pear tree, unless you've got a long ladder." Mac invented the Glory Scale, which you can read about over on her blog, but not here.

But let's get back to this little brown-gray bird, the partridge. Partridge are bit smaller than a pheasant, but bigger than a quail. They like to sit on the ground and eat seeds, which makes one wonder how they ever ended up in a pear tree. My guess is that someone like Farm Girl over at Uncle Mac's Garden Shed probably chased it out of the garden where it was happily picking up seeds. Those birds!

I'll take birds in the garden over bears knocking on my shed door though.

We could also ask Raymond Alexander Kukkee from Incoming Bytes about partridge, although he lives so far north he probably knows more about ptarmigan than partridge. The two birds are related and belong to the same family―Phasianidae. In the wintertime, Ptarmigan are white, sometimes with interesting white speckles, which makes them hard to see in the wintertime, unless they happen to be sitting in a pear tree.

Image of a rock ptarmigan in winter.During the summer months, Ptarmigan change like the sneaky little birds they are, and assume a plumage that blends nicely with the rocky mountainsides they like to breed on. Actually, they are not very sneaky, and since they don't have many natural predators living way up north in the land of tundras and rocky mountainsides, they are rather friendly until you try to pick them up.

I'm not sure how many pear trees there are in Raymond's neck of the woods. My guess is there are more pine trees than pear trees. Conifers to be exact. Pines, spruces, cedars and firs. Those kind of trees. The ones with cones instead of pears.

But wait! I digress. This is supposed to be about partridge and pear trees and the twelve gauge shotgun days of Christmas. Sorry 'bout that. I get so distracted lately with all this talk about how many shopping days left to Christmas and so forth. I always say, there's two more days shopping days left. The 23rd and the 24th. Unless it's the 24th, in which case there is only one day.

Anyway. I'm going to go have another glass of wine and look up recipes for pear and partridge pie. With all the pear trees and partridges I'm likely to get, I'm going to need to do something with them.

Interesting Factoid: A partridge is about 1/6 Glorys long. Measured on the Glory Scale, of course.

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