When last we saw the cranes they were heading off the lake, the wounded colt in the lead, but the rest of the family following a short distance behind. I thought they had tried to drive him off, but maybe they hadn’t given up on him quite yet? I know that nature provides these instincts to ensure the survival of the fittest, but my front-row seat to this twist of the story upset me greatly.
The very next morning there were three cranes out there, two adults and a colt. Now I was convinced that the family of three I had been seeing was ‘my’ family minus our wounded one, so I was upset. I had gone out with my camera and tripod, but the thought of the other colt on his own was so sad that I was mad at them, had to be mad at somebody, and decided to go back inside and not take any pictures at all.
Then they started to dance… bowing,
And I set up the camera and took pictures, but I wasn’t happy about it.