The lilting song of a Western Meadowlark is lovely. While out looking for burrowing owls, the sound of meadowlarks was everywhere, but as I crept slowly toward them in my vehicle, they would fly off before I got close enough to photograph them. When I first successfully photographed meadowlarks from a vehicle in South Dakota last May, it seemed like they would stay put on the fence posts or barbed wire, long enough for each of us in the vehicle to get numerous chances at a good shot. Not so here. They were skittish and wary of even a stopped vehicle. I finally stopped far away and slowly exited the vehicle, inching as close as I dared on foot. I managed to get a half dozen shots before it flew off.
