A Tenuous Foothold in the Flint Hills: The Greater Prairie-Chicken

The stars become perceptibly duller while the faintest tinge of gray appears in the eastern sky. An eerie, low, booming sound resonates across the cold prairie hills. More booming voices join in. And more still. The sky lightens, soft gold and pink tones flood the otherwise quiet banks of grass, and a new day’s struggle begins at the leks of Greater Prairie-Chickens