One day a duck and a goose met an old wood grouse.
"Fly south with us, wood grouse" they said." You do not want to die of hunger when winter comes."
"I can not go with you," the wood grouse replied. "It'll go hard with the people here if I do.
"Well, we're going away just the same, it's much too cold here in winter," said the duck and the goose. "And nothing will happen to the people without us, either. They can feed on fish. The fish are not going anywhere. They live in the lakes and never leave them, summer or winter."
Said the wood grouse: "When the frosts come, the lakes and the rivers will freeze and be covered with ice. The people will find it hard to get at the fish, and if I'm not here they will starve to death."
"And what are you going to eat?"
"Oh, I'll be all right, I can make do with cedar needles."
"You can not live on that very long. If you do not come with us of your own free will, we'll make you come!"
And catching the wood grouse by the crop, the goose and the duck began dragging him after them.
The wood grouse burst out crying and so hard did he cry that the feathers over his eyes turned red. Disgusted, the duck and the goose let go of him and flew south, leaving him behind. But to this day all wood grouse have red feathers over their eyes.