Ptarmigan comes trembling to taste what Lamb has found, scurries toward the scanty scraped-up patch of ground, perches pale and weary, pecks up scraps of food, crumbs that Lamb uncovered, clucks with gratitude. Hawk alert with hunger hangs there in the sky, loops in lethal circles like a bottle fly.
Hungry bird is heedless.
Hawk has sighted prey. Hawk intent on hunting hurtles down the sky. Hawk is screaming harshly. Hound leaps up to snap. Ptarmigan sinks trustful, tired in Housewife's lap.