The eyebrows of the Black Grouse (“Korhoen” in Dutch). That’s what I dream about at night. I saw them in the Visiters Centre of the National Park “Sallandse Heuvelrug”. They’re even more beautiful and impressive in real, especially during the mating season when they swell up. Imagine having such eyebrows. I wouldn’t mind. Now and then.
Last year only four male black grouse were seen. The females are brown and almost invisible, therefore harder to find. Every year the male birds are counted. The National Park Sallandse Heuvelrug, situated in the district of Hellendoorn in Overijssel, is the only remaining natural area in the Netherlands where they are to be found. They are almost extinct.
The black grouse needs a lot of space and there isn’t a lot of natural space left in Holland. The National Park Sallandse Heuvelrug is one of the most beautiful places in Holland. If it goes well with the black grouse, it goes well with the National Park. A lot of people don’t understand this. They think it is ridiculous to spend money on trying to save/preserve these birds. They talk about “those stupid black chicken”. It wouldn’t surprise me if those are the same people who think it is ridiculous to invest in art.
Although I was born at the edge of the National Park and spent half of my youth wandering around in what felt like my own huge backyard, I've never seen a black grouse. To me, it is sort of a mythical animal. It represents the place in Holland I love most, but it kept itself hidden all that time. I'm not sure if I should try to meet the bird. But I'll spend some time there in spring and I hope he'll try to meet me. If he's still there by then.
In the meantime I'll be producing red eyebrows.
