Ghost Birds

 

Here they come again...heading north....primeval, ancient wanderers. This morning's flight was the first group I've seen this year...actually heard because they are so high you can't really make them out. Their croaking call seems to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. They seem early but we are already into the 70s each day. They must leave Bosque del Apache at dawn and make it here north of Albuquerque by 10:30. They might make it to Colorado by sunset if they can get over the mountains.

 

 

High cranes 2

 

Cranes, lost to our sight

 

in the sun drenched sky above,

 

call out sad farewells.


high cranes

 

They'll be back next fall

 

to do it all once again.

 

The bosque awaits.

 

 

Comments 5

 
Katherine Gregor on Sunday, 21 February 2016 12:30

Wonderful feat of Nature. I've never seen a crane. Here in Norwich, we're very luck to see murmurations of starlings every afternoon, in a complexly choreographed, shapeshifting formation dance.

Wonderful feat of Nature. I've never seen a crane. Here in Norwich, we're very luck to see murmurations of starlings every afternoon, in a complexly choreographed, shapeshifting formation dance.
Stephen Evans on Sunday, 21 February 2016 16:10

Beautiful. - so graceful.

Beautiful. - so graceful.
Ken Hartke on Sunday, 21 February 2016 16:49

Thanks for the comments. The cranes, when in a large flock, transcend time...they have been doing this for eons. They are like dinosaurs as the scientists tell us. We don't have those flocks of starlings here but I remember seeing that sky dance when I lived in the Midwest. I would not be a good member of a flock...too easily distracted.

Thanks for the comments. The cranes, when in a large flock, transcend time...they have been doing this for eons. They are like dinosaurs as the scientists tell us. We don't have those flocks of starlings here but I remember seeing that sky dance when I lived in the Midwest. I would not be a good member of a flock...too easily distracted.
Rosy Cole on Monday, 22 February 2016 15:55

The comings and goings. The echoes of something beyond the everyday, the sadness in one season, the joy of return in another... I've experienced it so often out in the fields with Jack (El Springador).

All so well demonstrated here.

The comings and goings. The echoes of something beyond the everyday, the sadness in one season, the joy of return in another... I've experienced it so often out in the fields with Jack (El Springador). All so well demonstrated here.
Barbara Froman on Wednesday, 24 February 2016 20:14

They are so lovely. How wonderful to catch them in flight. Thank you for sharing this. :-)

They are so lovely. How wonderful to catch them in flight. Thank you for sharing this. :-)
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