I was enjoying my morning coffee in my hot tub the other morning when my (just turned) one year old golden retriever comes up on my deck with her first bird, a ruffed grouse in her mouth. Apparently, the grouse flew into a window on the side of my house and broke its neck.


The bird was still warm, so it had just been killed. I marinated the meat in Italian salad dressing, and cooked it for dinner that night. I enjoyed the breast, and gave her the legs.