How did we lose our sense of living here on Earth? How did we become so alienated and estranged from everything else alive? How did we get convinced that we’re the only interesting game in town, and the only species worthy of extending a sense of the sacred to?” ~ Richard Powers
I go to Nebraska pretty much every year now…at least once in the spring…sometimes twice in March or early April. The trip is mainly to see the crane migration but it might also involve Prairie Chickens or Sharptail Grouse…all are birds I enjoy taking pictures of. On this last visit, I came across a new … Read more
The rain began around 3am and continued throughout the morning, but the cranes didn’t mind it at all. In fact they seemed to hang around the river longer because of it. Spending time with them you begin to pick up physical cues that they are about to depart. A few will do a kind of … Read more
Migrations will always be fascinating to me. We are surrounded by migrators…from butterflies and hummingbirds to cranes and bald eagles, there are so many creatures that call one place home for nesting and another for wintering. And for some it’s a long, long way between the two. For example, out of the various crane species … Read more
You cannot totally appreciate the Platte River unless your feet are in it, or your eyes are above it. In either case it’s pretty much how the Sandhill Cranes experience it. This is an incredibly shallow river. Of course there are channels and pockets of depth, but in dry years it exposes a lot of … Read more
It’s time to depart again…to gather along the Platte river in central Nebraska…and enjoy a reunion with the Sandhill cranes. There is nothing else like this phenomenon on the North American continent…an ancient ritual of spring where hundreds of thousands of cranes gather to rest and recharge in preparation for their final push north to … Read more