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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Whooping Crane Spotted by Game Warden

           Large numbers of Meadowlarks sit on posts that run along the fields where 20,000 Sandhill Cranes, and one Whooping Crane, have alighted to rest for a couple of weeks during their journey south.
           In addition, we spotted many Kestrels, Red-tailed Hawks, and three or four other species of hawks.


        The flocks of blackbirds, from Cowbirds, to Brown-headed Blackbirds, to Red-wing Blackbirds, seem impressive in their size. 

         As we drove away, not having spotted the Whooping Crane ourselves, the Sandhills rose up and in a cacophony circled above the field.

              They deftly avoided mid-air collisions. 
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1 comment:

  1. shutterbug2007January 5, 2011 at 8:03 PM

    Great series, Elisabeth. We will have to get out there in the blind and see what kinda shots we can get...

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