Redtail Rise ready to start

Saturday’s Sunset hadn’t the faintest inkling she was being watched by the Rise’s singular Bjern. Her nostrils flared like a boar's as it took her on an erratic path. She went this way and that - a red herring, then doubling back toward a thick growth of young, skinny trees.

She moved with more curiosity than caution and suddenly a covey of ruffed grouse took flight - the very animal she had smelled. The beat of their wings created a cacophony unlike any Saturday’s Sunset had ever heard! Like a pointing dog, she froze in place and watched them fly away.