
The rock partridge lives in the mountains on the slopes which are well exposed to the sun like here in the Côte-Belle valley. It is recognizable by its grey back, its striped flanks, its white throat and its red beak. For a long time they stay still, they watch me walking without me noticing... Suddenly, the silence in the mountains is interrupted by a crashing of beating wings that always makes me jump. Rock Partridges ! I just have time to count five of them and see the group plunge very quickly landing on the opposite slope facing me at a safer distance for them from me.