A Narrative in Five Parts: Sandhill Cranes – March 10, 2017
Witnessing an ancient ritual play out by the Platte River
It is 19 degrees at 6 am in mid-March in Kearney, Nebraska.
I am in a bird blind at the Rowe Sanctuary awaiting the fly-off
of sandhill cranes. There are hundreds of thousands of cranes –
murmuring, purring, babbling among themselves. It is impossible
to speak above them, and whispering is barely allowed as I await
their fly-off. Last night I witnessed their fly-over and landing,
a majestic sight, one that I would call the 8th wonder of the world.