Timberdoodle Drone
The cold bite of the April evening breeze has me wondering if I’ve dressed appropriately for our night’s activity. Four of us, sitting on white deck chairs spaced evenly across the width of a mowed path in the middle of roughly 100 acres of tallgrass planted prairie, are anxiously waiting for the main feature to begin. Debra and I have been invited by our dear friends, Kris and Penny Kubly, to witness the incredible aerial courtship dance of the American woodcock. Four Oaks,