The sandhill crane migration through central Nebraska is building in numbers, both cranes and watchers. I’ve met at least three couples already who told me this trip has been on their to-do list for years and now is the time they are doing it. Amazing how a bunch of big, noisy birds just passing through town can attract so much attention and bring people together.
This is my third or fourth time to wander around the central Platte River looking for a good photography vantage point or simply stand on the bank and listen to the raucous in the evening. This year there is a fierce north wind blowing across the prairie, making sitting out in the bushes before dawn long enough to actually see cranes a serious personal challenge. This morning (got up to 30F) in my mind it was “just 5 more minutes then I’m out of here” as I watched groups of cranes fly over and by my stand. Never got a close shot but didn’t lose any extremities to frostbite either.
I think those award-winning shots from Michael Forsberg require significantly more planning and equipment than I have. Next year if I want to try this I’ll connect with a photo tour guide who lines everything up to get out in the fields in blinds up close and personal.
Sun finally came out today so the sunset was nice.