My grandmother called em pa'tridge... pahh'tridge, with a real Maine twang, although she was from the fly infested bog country of Salmon River, Kent county, New Brunswick, Canada. One evening at supper, as a lad, I corrected her with the fact that we were actually eating Ruffed Grouse, or, more properly, Bonasa Umbellus, from the latin for good when roasted and for the ruff. She corrected me with her cane upon my tibia. Dear ol Gramma. Her latin was a perfect as a priest's. And, she had a hell of an aim.