A stream is music and motion: smooth glides, fast, turbulent riffles and deep pools, each posing a special challenge.
– Nelson Bryant
At some moment in September when there is an intimation of fall - perhaps a certain slant of light across the browning meadow in the hush of a late afternoon when the wind from the sea has suddenly died-I think of the fiercely independent ruffed grouse, a game bird without peer.