The lost pictures I mean. Sandhill crane posts never seem to garner as much of an audience as other posts seem to, but darn it, I had to work hard to find the darn photos, all 256 of them, so I’m posting them. One of these little cuties was a day old when I took these photos, and the other one was newly hatched. It was so nice of the parents to build a nest in such a great spot to walk out on the rickety old dock to take pictures, but I could have done without the post right there next to the nest. And I came to take pictures in the afternoon to avoid shooting into the sun, and of course I got there and they were posing nicely with the babies right in the shadow of the post. But it’s raining now, and I found these pictures so I’m going with them.
The bigger picture is new life I guess, and spring arriving with all the renewal of life that it brings. Right after Charley died a friend posted a picture of her adorable new granddaughter, and I immediately thought that a life ends and a life begins. Over and over in nature the cycle continues. As it should. We humans like to think we are in charge somehow, but we aren’t, and that’s a good thing…
A Snowbird's Life Through the Lens 