There was no orchestra, but the dancers' legs moved with the precision of an expert ballet. The three men in the automobile on a dirt road cleaving an expanse of brown Saskatchewan prairie all saw the same thing—20 dancing prairie chickens.
In double file with every one in step the 20 pouch-necked, rufous, black & white-streaked grouse strutted forward, keeping perfect time. As one they hopped as neatly back. Forward again, and with heads bobbing the two front couples swung to left and right, wheeled fanwise, fell in at the rear. Four times...
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