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Shocktreatment's avatar

Sandhill crane parents... I recall both being taught to ride a bicycle and teaching the skill... I empathize with 'em...

They are majestic birds

Tetman Callis's avatar

Albuquerque lies along one of the migratory paths of the Sandhills. It was one of the great joys of my time there to see the cranes coming through.

They fly in formation, high up, on their approaches and departures. They talk among themselves as they fly. You can be out in your yard on a morning in March or October and you will hear them, a distant chorus of calls and responses at the edge of what you can hear. You'll look up, and at the very end of what you can see, high in the sky, you'll see them passing over, flying in their long V-shaped formations, sometimes circling as they scope out what spot in the woods and fields down by the river they are going to land in. They look like a fluttering spray of salt and pepper against the clear blue skies of La Tierra Encantada.

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