“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.” — Will Rogers
By Ken Marsh When you have shot one bird flying you have shot all birds flying. They are all different and they fly in different ways but the sensation is the same and the last one is as good as the first. – Ernest Hemingway You’re marching under a late-September sun, shotgun over your shoulderContinue reading “Small Pleasures”
Springtime in Southcentral Alaska means breeding season for spruce grouse. Male spruce grouse, identified easily by their black- and white-trimmed throats and chests topped with scarlet eye combs, get dandied up in April and May to court hens. Although they’re not formal lekers, males can often be found concentrated in relatively small areas during breedingContinue reading “Spruced Up for Springtime”
A walk in the hills today turned up white grouse and scenic loveliness.