birds, Cranes, life, nature, Uncategorized

Sandhill Cranes, the shrinking violet…

I had watched the sandhill crane family out on the lake in the backyard since before the chicks were hatched.  I came to many uneducated conclusions about the crane family life based on what I was seeing.  Putting a human spin on things, or at least what I’ve gleaned from raising kids and pets.  Of the two chicks one was always puffing out his chest and flapping his little nubs of wings right from go.  A boy, I concluded.  The other little chick seemed to stick with mom (another assumption,which was mom and which was dad), and I saw her as obedient and lady-like.  Dainty even.

Flash forward four months, months in which I hadn’t paid a lot of attention to her because her maniac of a brother (even I am rolling my eyes here) had stolen the show.  Until the whole family was out on the lake a couple of weeks ago, and, as usual, I wasn’t paying particular attention to her until I heard a commotion…

cranevshawk1cranevshawk7cranevshawk6cranevshawk4cranevshawk3cranevshawk2She flushed out a hawk!  None of the others seemed to think she needed any help either.  She is feistier than I thought…