Two grouse lock eyes, feathers ruffled in the crisp air. One leans forward, wings half-spread—a silent dare. The muted moorland stretches behind them, all heather and shadow. No sound but the wind, yet the tension crackles like dry twigs underfoot.
A crimson-headed bird perches among shadowed branches, its black-barred plumage glowing against muted greens. The Western Tragopan’s golden eye fixes on something unseen, tension coiled in its stance—a fleeting balance between concealment and revelation. Watercolor strokes suggest feathers ruffled by a breeze the viewer can’t feel.
A serene yet poignant depiction of autumn’s final days, where fading light and lingering wildlife hint at nature’s quiet transformation.