Bird Squawks, Dog Growls.

Remi and I went for our walk through the farmers' fields. She was busy hunting mice and lizards, when a bird--a grouse or a pheasant (I couldn't see, it was too quick)--came up out of the corn stalks, squawking, and flew off in loops until it was out of sight.
It scared the crap of out Remi. She started hightailing it in the other direction. Then she stopped and looked at the sky. Then she bolted over to me and sat down. She looked at the sky again and started growling. Low and mean.