« […] Already a week that I suffered from this brutal return of winter, with the conviction that I can still discover the courtship of the Western Capercaillie. But animals also suffer. All the migrotary birds have left, Moose are sinking in the snow up to their belly and I discover in my tracks those of the Lynx and the Fox. The packed snow facilitates their movement. In the meantime, the Capercaillie have become an enigma to be solved. In the hide sixteen hours a day waiting for them, I spend the rest of my time looking for signs of their passage, but they are becoming increasingly rare. The birds no longer come down to the ground. […] »