“But you can't plead with autumn. No. The midnight wind stalked through the woods, hooted to frighten you, swept everything away for the approaching winter, whirled the leaves. ("The North")”
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The mating dance of the Sandhill Crane. It's one of my favorite things about the birds. I get to see the ritual as it unfolds, and speaking of unfolding, aren't their wings impressive? That is a picture of two adult cranes with a juvenile in the center. I am hoping to get more photos of the kid cranes, but as yet I haven't spotted many. This has been a strange time for spotting birds. They just aren't coming in very fast. I spotted just a single snow goose the other day, and the mergansers haven't arrived in Smith Canal yet. I haven't read anything about the avian flu that struck the birds in the last year, in a while. I suppose I should go have a look see. Although, I am sure I want to know what the article might say.
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