Last Saturday I decided to look for a yearling roebuck and I went up the mountain in dense conifer forest. It was wet, and among the rain drops some small flake fell down.
On the way up, I saw a caper hen walking on the road side. She took of when I was a bit closer.
I reached the high seat, commanding a large clearing, with visibility limited by fog coming and going.
During a moment of better visibility I saw a caper cock landing in the middle of the slope, opening the tail like a turkey and walking around.
The fog came again and the cock disappeared. After a while he appeared quite near the high seat, with the beak toward the sky and singing but only "tick-tick", not "like a whetstone against a scythe" as the hunting stories tell.
This a nice image of the sunny Dolomites in spring.

The capercallie is under the fir...

...as shown here enlarged.

I didn't see any roe, but the sight of not one but two capercallies is not common.
On the way up, I saw a caper hen walking on the road side. She took of when I was a bit closer.
I reached the high seat, commanding a large clearing, with visibility limited by fog coming and going.
During a moment of better visibility I saw a caper cock landing in the middle of the slope, opening the tail like a turkey and walking around.
The fog came again and the cock disappeared. After a while he appeared quite near the high seat, with the beak toward the sky and singing but only "tick-tick", not "like a whetstone against a scythe" as the hunting stories tell.
This a nice image of the sunny Dolomites in spring.

The capercallie is under the fir...

...as shown here enlarged.

I didn't see any roe, but the sight of not one but two capercallies is not common.