It took a month. A month of sitting out in my Adirondack chair with my camera focused on Mom on the nest, because I expected that any moment she’d stand up and we’d have babies. Fortunately for my sanity there was a lot of action by the rest of the resident lakeside critters to keep me and my camera busy, but I’ll stick to my story. On February 20th it happened. I had already noticed that there was a
baby, chick, new little crane there at left center, so I called to my neighbor and we watched the second one stand up and say hello to the world, shell remnants still visible.
I thought Mom would sit back down on the babies, but that didn’t happen. Within a day or two they were on the bank of the lake, so they SWAM across? Ugh, I was worried, they were so vulnerable. One day after work when I went out there was only one baby, and after about 20 or so minutes went by I feared the worst, then the little maniac appeared out of the weeds. That’s how I think of that little guy, a little maniac who wasted no time puffing out his chest and flapping his
wings nubs. A male I concluded. I watched and took photos for 2 1/2 hours just to see them set sail back to the relative safety of their island. It was only the beginning…