birds, Cranes, life, nature, photography

The Dance of the Sandhill Cranes…

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 jumping…

And I set up the camera and took pictures, but I wasn’t happy about it.

4 thoughts on “The Dance of the Sandhill Cranes…”

  1. I had to go back a few posts to understand what was going on – and it’s heartbreaking to read about the cranes’ struggles. But at the same time, it’s thrilling to think that you have such an orchestra seat view of them, and the dancing! The very first Sandhill crane I saw was on the west coast of Florida, and boy did I get excited! I’ve only seen them one other time so far – in southeast Arizona, in the winter – so no dancing. Thanks for the photos!

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    1. Yes, it’s a relief. And it occurred to me that this is as good as a ‘happily ever after’ conclusion as I’m likely to get. I saw 5 cranes out there yesterday, one was a colt, but it wasn’t him unless his wing is now 100%. If I see him again you know I’ll take some photos.


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