I always think of Sandhill Cranes whenever my thoughts drift to the Centennial Valley of Montana where I always hear their calls, see them in the fields or in flight over the marshes. Yesterday I photographed a female and a male in a field of wildflowers on the way to the Red Rock Lakes National Wildlife Refuge and it tickled me pink that this image also showed a “red rock”. The image above shows the male (males are larger) looking directly towards me.
I wish that everyone could see and hear Sandhill Cranes in person at least once in their lives because it is an experience that is not soon forgotten. They touch a place deep inside of me every time I see or hear them.
And an infuriating update on yesterdays post about the demise of the Magical Sapsucker Tree…
The tree was definitely chopped down, there are visible hatchet marks on the backside of it. I am %$&^#! pissed that some idiot cut down a tree that had not just one active nesting cavity but THREE. I will be contacting the people of the Targhee National Forest on my return home with pictures.
Life is still good. Hopefully the birds found other cavities to nest in this season.