"it was a fine, sunshiny day," he said, "and everybody was happy. i had for some time been learning to drum, and now i felt that i was as good a drummer as there was in the forest. so i found a log (every ruffed grouse has to have his own place, you know) and i jumped up on it and strutted back and forth with my head high in the air. it was a dusky part of the forest and i could not see far, yet i knew that a beautiful young grouse was somewhere near, and i hoped that if i drummed very well she might come to me."