A Sage Grouse Tale
By Dave Hanks
Oh how I wish I was cute! How I wish I was clever –
Enough to cause “chuckles” at my endeavor.
I would write an ode, I would write a poem,
About photographing Sage Grouse in their desert home.
So I’ll try once more. I’ll try again,
To tell a grouse tale with paper and pen.
I needed those grouse – needed their pictures “by gum”,
And I knew just the place where there might be some.
So I journey out west, where there’s nary a tree,
To the Low Sage Plateau with my wife’s company.
In the evening we went to that wide open space,
Cause before it gets light, I must be in place.
Set up my blind by that rock over there.
Enter at 4:30 AM, with time to spare -
To be in place before the sun has “riz”,
And not “spook” the birds. It’s a touchy “biz”.
In the blind in the dark. I freeze my “butt”,
But all around I can hear those Sage Grouse strut.
They boom and they flutter – Their wings beat the air,
But I’m safely “tucked in” and glad to be where –
I can get “close-ups” when it finally gets light.
I can get good photos. They should be alright!
In time the sun obliged, and “Oh what a sight”!
Those grouse were strutting – They didn’t take flight!
There they were, right under my feet.
Man they were close and that was so “sweet”.
I shot frame after frame. That I did.
It was hard to stop. Of that I don’t “kid”.
But a curious Pronghorn seemed out of his mind.
Bounded right up to look into my blind.
So off the birds flew. Flew off in their “glory”.
But I got good pictures – That’s the end of this story!
(Yellow eye brows and air sacs – White ruff and erect tail feathers)