A former classmate from the year I spent in Minnesota (at a small Lutheran bible college) has pointed out in response to my last blog post that if I want to see a greater prairie chicken, all I need to do is drive the Interstate 94 past the outskirts of Rothsay, Prairie Chicken Capital of Minnesota.
One more reason to make a long-overdue trip back to Minnesota.
I love these kinds of monuments!
Incidentally, cut off the tail, the neck & head and one leg and you have Vegreville’s Pysanka!
Wow I hadn’t noticed that, but there is an uncanny resemblance to the world’s largest painted easter egg.
It’s actually a lovely bird. Much nicer than Porcupine Plain’s Quilly Willy or Turtleford’s turtle. Even nicer than the honeybee at Tisdale, the land of rape and honey.