We turned south on the prairie trail that heads toward Clear Lake.
The meadowlark didn't cooperate for picture taking. We took another prairie trail and found coots, mallards, pin tails, blue wing teal or were they cinnamon teal?
Two antelope looked at us as we drove past.
Now heading east on another trail, the grass swished under the jeep. We eased carefully between two swampy areas. If MT were having a wet spring we would not get through this wetland without getting stuck.
There was a tree row off to the left. Ears poked up, pointed noses sniffed the air and up jumped ten or twelve mule deer. They bounced away, springing across the ground, boing boing boing. Their morning rest was disturbed.
The last we saw of them they were walking single file up a hill and then silhouetted against the sky and the next thing we knew they had disappeared.
Our windows were open. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a ball of feathers shoot straight up into the air, and the explosion of wing beats startled us. Ellis looked through the rear view mirror and saw a Sharp -Tailed Grouse fly away.
To end the adventure a bunch of white-tail deer showed up. We finally got to a gravel road without grass growing in the middle and from there to a highway.
Through the day we drove beside many pastures where cows were grazing.This is the chorus I thought of, a song we used to sing in Sunday School.
He owns the cattle on a thousand hills
The wealth in every mine,
He owns the rivers and the rocks and rills
The sun and stars that shine.
Wonderful riches more than tongue can tell
He is my Father so they're mine as well.
He owns the cattle on a thousand hills,
I know that He will care for me.
John W. Peterson
Psalm 50:10
For every beast of the forest is mine,
And the cattle upon a thousand hills.
Now we are safety home to the little shack in the boondocks.
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