
Sandhill cranes in hiding.
(Reposted from last year. I meant to be there this weekend, but alas, snow.)
I had it planned like a cat burglar: where would the Sandhill cranes be? when would they be where? how should I get there? when should I leave the house? This was overkill. It was like plotting out where in the city I might find the rare and exotic pigeon.
I traveled out into the Sandhill crane flyway this week and realized I’d over thought it. My first clue? I pulled up at a highway rest stop to use the facilities and gather my bearings, and there were 30 or so in the farm field beside the rest stop. Another twenty across the highway.
The migration paths of somewhere on the order of 500,000 cranes intersect for about a month every spring along the Platte River in central Nebraska. The flat farm fields are littered with spilled Continue reading





