Frenchman's Bar Park

Cranes’ Landing and Fog

/ Nancy Friedland / 14 Comments

We went for another glimpse of Sandhill Cranes, but everything was submerged in an opaque fog, and we could have been anywhere.... I listened intently for that bugling call, or the cry of the geese. Apparitions rose from the fog as I peered around, and my ears strained to hear

Cranes’ Landing

/ Nancy Friedland / 11 Comments

We spent a cold, rainy afternoon looking at birds, most especially, the migrating Sandhill Cranes. To watch them majestically take off and soar, or wheel around for a landing, is to stand in awe, rooted.