You know, I don't think that woman
has a lick o' sense. If'n I was a sage grouse
I'd be more worried about chicken hawks
than I would some cow eatin' grass.
You know, I don't think that woman
has a lick o' sense. If'n I was a sage grouse
I'd be more worried about chicken hawks
than I would some cow eatin' grass.
Last year, I drove from Deeth, NV to Jarbidge. Over the years (everywhere in NV), but especially in that area especially between that road and the Mary’s River, I have seen ridiculous quantities of sage chickens. On this drive, it started at dusk, and I literally, no exaggeration, ran over more than 30 sage chickens. I did not do it on purpose, the damn things were unavoidable, and I will not roll a vehicle to miss a bird. So if I can hit 30 sage chickens on a 20 foot wide 50 mile stretch of road before it started ascending into mountains (and I saw and didn’t hit way more than that), I fail to see how they are endangered.
Bump.