Winter Birding in the Okanogan Highlands
Fancher Flats glowed in the fading light. Stefan said, “Scan the cliffs for Chukars. They go to roost up in the rocks. I hope we aren’t too late.” Nothing moved in the freezing air, and it was difficult to see into the shadows. The light had almost disappeared when a “chuck, chuck, chuck” came from our right. Over the next…