Grouse Thicket started from the bottom

The boy nodded as she gave a description. 'Snack sized, gotcha.'
If they could fly short distances, maybe that would be easier than having to chase entirely terrestrial things all over the place - the scrubland was quite dense. Not that he was that mindful. If I scare up a bunch then grab 'em, and I'll do the same if you see any. That was the whole plan - simple. Easy.

Not knowing how to proceed made things a little awkward, but Screech was ready to go as soon as she was; soon the pair were scouring the tall grasses, and every little tremble or twitch of the wind through the hedge would make him bolt and snap, hoping to scare something up. It didn't take long - on one such attempt, there was a flurry of activity as the bulbous forms of various birds came hooting out of the reeds. Screech was hot on their heels, trying to aim and snap, but failing miserably without depth perception.