During autumn and winter the life of the red grouse is by no means a happy one, that is to say in some ways.
Out-lying pheasants, rabbits in the clumps, red grouse on the heather—the old dog missed none of them.
Black-game are as keen as red grouse on oats, and a few sheaves thrown about always attracts them.
If we ever had occasion to adopt a bird as a national emblem, the choice might for one reason fall on the red grouse.
Then again we remark the same tendency to flock in autumn, as in the red grouse.
They impale the eggs of the red grouse upon their bills, and carry them away to eat at leisure.
This is the famous red grouse, a species familiar by name if not by appearance to most people.
Marvellously protective in coloration is the plumage of the red grouse in both sexes and at all times of the year.