Red Eagle Feather knew all there was to know about animals, fish and birds–every kind of owl, for instance; every kind of warbler and hawk as well. He knew their markings, their calls, their songs, their homes, their nests and their habits of migration. Her knew more about bears than any man before or since, and of course, of all species of buffalo, deer, antelope, coyotes, pumas, rattlesnakes, ground squirrels, feral hogs, skunks and raccoons. Every kind of fish he could name, describe, and discourse on. Red Eagle Feather was a genius.
He was known only to his village and tribe. He was exposed, while growing up, to no more knowledge that any other boy, but he remembered all that he learned and, as he grew up, he talked to others who were well versed in nature and then remembered everything they told him. Moreover, he spent countess hours among the woods and streams, observing all the creatures that lived there. What a shame, that when Red Eagle Feather departed his village for the Happy Hunting Grounds, that his huge body of knowledge had to go with him.