Tag: sage grouse
Some Advice For Photographing Sage Grouse On Their Lek
Male Sage Grouse Strutting On The Lek
Male Sage Grouse Strutting Their Stuff On The Lek
Interpreting Sage Grouse Breeding Behaviors On The Lek
On The Road Again
Centennial Valley Sage Grouse And Their Potential Listing As “Threatened”
About three weeks ago I was able to photograph adult female Greater Sage-Grouse and their chicks in the Centennial Valley of southwest Montana. This species is on the cusp of a threatened species designation so I’m always thrilled to be able to see and photograph them in their natural, wild habitat. Believe me, it doesn’t happen very often.
Sage Grouse At Eye Level
Greater Sage Grouse In The Centennial Valley
I was driving the dirt roads while on the lookout for raptors (mostly) when out of the corner of my eye to the far right I saw (just barely) a flock of Mallards flush up from the barrow pit next to the road and just a few feet away. I gave them a quick glance and drove on but a couple of seconds later Mia hollered out from the back seat her patented “Stop, bird!”, which I immediately did. Turned out they weren’t Mallards, they were Sage Grouse – about a dozen of them.
Some Advice For Photographing Sage Grouse On Their Lek
Male Sage Grouse Strutting On The Lek
Male Sage Grouse Strutting Their Stuff On The Lek
Interpreting Sage Grouse Breeding Behaviors On The Lek
On The Road Again
Centennial Valley Sage Grouse And Their Potential Listing As “Threatened”
About three weeks ago I was able to photograph adult female Greater Sage-Grouse and their chicks in the Centennial Valley of southwest Montana. This species is on the cusp of a threatened species designation so I’m always thrilled to be able to see and photograph them in their natural, wild habitat. Believe me, it doesn’t happen very often.
Sage Grouse At Eye Level
Greater Sage Grouse In The Centennial Valley
I was driving the dirt roads while on the lookout for raptors (mostly) when out of the corner of my eye to the far right I saw (just barely) a flock of Mallards flush up from the barrow pit next to the road and just a few feet away. I gave them a quick glance and drove on but a couple of seconds later Mia hollered out from the back seat her patented “Stop, bird!”, which I immediately did. Turned out they weren’t Mallards, they were Sage Grouse – about a dozen of them.