Grouse Thicket A Breath of Fresh Grouse

He looked her over, closly. Then to the trees and back to her again before commenting on her meal choice. "I like "real" food, prefer it actually. I like to shake things up a bit sometimes." This was getting distracting she thought. She was on a mission and she had come to a halt. Thinking about her break she thought that if this male hadn't interupted her she would have finished by now.

But as she thought of this her mind became side tracted again as the mysterious thudding began again. "What the heck is that?" she questioned looked over to where the sound had come from. She wasn't asking the male directly, just speaking her mind. In doing so she missed his question and began to walk slowly towards the sounds. 

Unknow to her and possibly the male, the thudding was comming from a male grouse, drumming on a fallen log. Something the skiddish bird often did.