
Dew-kissed little bluestem your stage set.
Grunting bison and whistling meadowlarks your only audience, save for me.
Many's the time I thought to come find you, but life snatched my plans from me as the prairie wind tugs at my words. Getting to the middle of nowhere requires more than good intentions.


I'd like to thank you gentlemen for letting me watch your prairie ballet. And, lest we forget, thanks also to the ladies for making these dudes dance. amazing performances , birding in Oklahoma , lesser prairie chicken , prairie birding