Grouse Thicket started from the bottom

The bird-ball went zooming at Niamh's head, but she reacted without missing a beat and caught it, then threw it back at him. Her laughter was caught by the feathers but he saw the mirth in her eyes, then the bundle of fresh meat; he went for it without thinking and fell short, forgetting for a second or two that he only had the one eye (he should be used to this type of stuff by now but Screech wasn't commonly a hunter, which is probably why both he and Redshank were in such poor condition). It didn't matter much though, the bird-ball had been a good distraction and before he knew it, Screech was being bowled over by the blondie.

She came shooting after him while the bird unceremoniously landed in the grass, and her pounce sent him tumbling awkwardly backwards with her full weight on top of him. He landed with a grunt, and then squirmed, but inevitably called uncle much too soon: Ah, okay, okay, you got me!