I was excited about this trip. Probably not to the extent that I should have been, but as it grew closer I was excited. I was excited to hit the Tetons again. I hadn’t been able to make the most out of it the first time and my photography skills had greatly improved and there were some animals waiting for me. I wanted to see bears, moose, elk, coyotes, and funny looking birds.
I got my funny looking bird on my last morning there. It hadn’t really been a good trip to this point. The weather was less than desireable until I got to Wyoming, I had no campsite due to the whole “First come, first serve…OH SURPRISE, we are busy year around and it took you too long to get here.” thing and therefore I’d been sleeping in my car. I was dirty, I was tired, I had a headache that wouldn’t quit, and I was pretty well over it at this point; especially, after the day before. With that said, I was bound and determine to make the most of what I had decided was my last day in Wyoming and I head to Signal Summit.
I wanted to watch the sunrise as I had never found a good place for that the first time around. I also really just liked the view from there. Well, who was awaiting for me when I got to the view site….this guy. The Dusky Grouse. Dusky…how can you not love a bird with that name.
Much to my surprise, he didn’t really care that I was there. He didn’t fly away. He didn’t run away. He just chilled making a low little call with all his might. After a while he started flying off the post and landing on the ground, gawked around, and then would jump back on the post. Let me tell you, those are some noisy wings.
Once I figured out he was the one making the noise I kept hearing, I also realized that I was also hearing it come from another direction. It donned on me that he was calling to a mate, or potential mate, foe…another somewhere off in the wind. He wasn’t in any real hurry to find it. He actually seemed a little irritated that he was having to call for the other. Kind of like a father that had to call for his child one too many times. I don’t know that this was the actually case, but the storyteller in my was having fun making up stories.
Mr. Dusky hung out with me for quite some time before scurrying by me and down the mountain side. I don’t know if he ever found what he was looking for, but he made my list so there is that.
Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.
Montana Rose Photography