Deceiving The Fowler
A young pointer, out with his master hunting, ran on a brood of very small
partridges. The old bird cried, fluttered, and ran trembling along just
before the dog's nose, till she had drawn him to a considerable distance;
when she took wing and flew farther off, but not out of the field. On this
the dog returned nearly to the place where the young ones lay concealed in
the grass; which the old bird no sooner perceived, than she flew back
again, settled first before the dog's nose, and a second time acted the
same part, rolling and tumbling about till she drew off his attention from
the brood, and thus succeeded in preserving them.