Driving the back roads of Wisconsin we stumbled upon some baby turkeys following mom across the road. They quickly disappeared in the brush, but they’re so cute. I hope they survive Thanksgiving dinner.
But a short way down the road it was my delight to come upon about 20 Sandhill Cranes in a field.
They still mystify me as much as they did the first time I saw one.
Have you ever heard their calls? They are very distinct and different than any other bird I’ve ever heard.
When I hear them (usually flying overhead) I feel I am back in the day when dinosaurs roamed the Earth. I found some calls online if you’re interested in hearing them, but they sound much louder and mysterious when you are out in the woods.
We’ll miss them over the winter but look forward to their return next spring. Hopefully, I will finally be able to capture a baby then.
