Another of my favorite birds based almost as much on their call as their appearance. Much as the call of the loon has come to symbolize unspoiled wilderness, to me, the warbled croaking of sandhill cranes has come to symbolize the increasing populations of many birds that were once threatened with extinction.
Sandhill cranes are one of the tallest, if not the tallest bird of North America, they are even larger than great blue herons.
Heres a blurb from Wikipedia:
“This crane frequently gives a loud trumpeting call that suggests a French-style “r” rolled in the throat, and they can be heard from a long distance. Mated pairs of cranes engage in “unison calling.” The cranes stand close together, calling in a synchronized and complex duet. The female makes two calls for every single call of the male.
The sandhill crane’s large wingspan, typically 1.65 to 2.1 m (5.4 to 6.9 ft), makes this a very skilled soaring bird similar in style to hawks and eagles. Utilizing thermals to obtain lift, they can stay aloft for many hours, requiring only occasional flapping of their wings and consequently expending little energy. With migratory flocks containing hundreds of birds, they can create clear outlines of the normally invisible rising columns of air (thermals) that they ride.”
Watching large flocks of cranes form up as they prepare to migrate is truly a thing of beauty, they are such graceful birds! I would like to say that I have photos of their mating “dance”, but so far, that has eluded me. So, here are a few photos of them that I do have.
That’s it for this one, thanks for stopping by!