Beautifully written. I grew up in Nebraska, and one spring when I was maybe 10 years old, my father took me out to see the yearly gathering, and it's one of the most vivid memories of my childhood. This was a at a time when the Whooping Cranes numbered in just the low dozens, and I recall the excitement of birders pointing them out.
Then, in recent years, I spent a few winters in NM where some of the Sandhill Cranes overwinter, and I never ceased to be moved by their prehistoric calls. Such amazing creatures. Thank you for writing such a lovely tribute.
Reminds me of this summer: https://open.substack.com/pub/gregorypettys/p/petchrichor?r=f1gey&utm_medium=ios&utm_campaign=post
making me miss Oregon in summer time.
Beautifully written. I grew up in Nebraska, and one spring when I was maybe 10 years old, my father took me out to see the yearly gathering, and it's one of the most vivid memories of my childhood. This was a at a time when the Whooping Cranes numbered in just the low dozens, and I recall the excitement of birders pointing them out.
Then, in recent years, I spent a few winters in NM where some of the Sandhill Cranes overwinter, and I never ceased to be moved by their prehistoric calls. Such amazing creatures. Thank you for writing such a lovely tribute.
making me miss Oregon in summer time.