The Dusky Grouse And The Good Samaritan

Remembering to call this species the “Dusky Grouse” is going to be a challenge for me.  For years they’ve been called Blue Grouse, with two recognized sub-species – Dusky Grouse and Sooty Grouse.  But based on recent mitochondrial DNA studies the two sub-species of Blue Grouse are now recognized as separate species.  Apparently the common name “Blue Grouse” will no longer be used.   1/2500, f/7.1, ISO 640, 500 f/4, 1.4 tc, natural light  I came across this male a couple of days ago while high in the Wasatch Mountains on Francis Peak along Skyline Drive.  I was driving up a steep, narrow road and just as I stopped to photograph the bird a hunter in a pickup came down the road right in front of us.  If he had continued forward the bird would have spooked but when he spotted it and noticed our long lenses pointed at the grouse he very considerately stopped for several minutes so that we could get our shots.  When we had our images I motioned for him to continue, which he did and yes – the bird flew off.   I talked to him for a minute or so and thanked him for his kind deed. In the past I’ve taken the occasional pot shot at hunters on this blog.  But the considerate act of this sportsman reminds me once again to avoid stereotypes – that the unethical, inconsiderate and/or unsportsmanlike behavior of a few renegade hunters should not reflect on the entire group – just as similar behaviors of relatively small numbers of nature photographers should…

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The Northern Shrike and the Good Samaritan

This blog post will be more about the experience I describe than about the shrike images. The Northern Shrike has been a nemesis bird for me for a long time.  I have many good images of its southern cousin the Loggerhead Shrike but the northern is an uncommon winter visitor to the northern US  and I’ve seldom seen one and never been close enough to the species for good, detailed images – until this week.  And I very nearly didn’t get the shots.     Northern Shrike This winter there has been a single (as far as I can tell) Northern Shrike wintering at the Great Salt Lake wetlands where I often shoot but I’ve never been able to get close enough to it for a quality shot.   Two days ago I was finally able to approach the bird but it wouldn’t have happened without the kind actions of a good Samaritan. As I was driving down the dirt road I could see the shrike flitting from perch to perch in front of me.  Several times I almost got close enough but then it would spook again.  Finally, just as I got close and trained my big lens on the shrike, wouldn’t you know it – a car came up behind me on the narrow road.  If it had passed it surely would have spooked the bird.  But it didn’t.  The driver could see my lens pointed out the window at the bird and simply stopped on the road, turned his engine off and waited respectfully for over 5 minutes as I photographed the shrike before it…

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