WordPress editor Ben H says, “When I let my brain loose, allowing it to absorb what’s around me without trying to process anything in particular, what it often detects is choreography — unmistakable dance moves, often in unexpected places.”



Sandhill cranes are long-legged, long-necked heron-like birds with a patch of bald red skin on top of their head.  Their bugling/rattling call is a make-a-joyful-noise hullabaloo. I heard them the other day on the golf course. “KAR-R-R-R-R-R-ROO!”  Wake-the-dead amazing.

These prehistoric birds are anything but bashful. They move as slow as molasses in January, even when crossing the road.

I think we need more of these.
I think we need more of these.


Mated pairs and extended families hang out in neighborhoods and parks.



As I watch from the fairway, the male fluffs out his wings, pumps his head, and jumps up and down.  Tail feathers shake. The nearby female? She acts indifferent, but she won’t ignore that gleeful come-hithering for long.

Sandhill cranes aren’t afraid to dance like no one is watching.


Toni 3/21/16


  1. A few years ago, on a hot spring day, I was stopped at a light after crossing a bridge on the
    Intracoastal. I had the sunroof open and the front windows down. Suddenly I heard this
    ungodley sound and thought right away that something terrible had gone wrong with my car!!!!! Within 30 seconds this huge bird (closeup rather ugly!) stuck his/her head in my car window on the passenger side!!!!! Scared me silly!!!! The light changed , I started slowly away and the bird walked away toward the water. Immediately on arriving home I pulled out the
    Bird Identification book and…..yes it was my introduction to a male sandhill crane!!! Another
    unforgetable Florida experience!!!

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  2. Early on in Ronnie’s and my birding with guru Ray, he informed us that a Sandhill Crane had been spotted across the street from this house in southern CT. We laughed. We’re driving for two hours to go see a bird that was in a cornfield the day before. Really? Guess what? There it was, pecking away while birders from all over New England were setting up their scopes and blocking the traffic. I guess when birds wander out of their comfort zones, they tend to stay. It lingered all winter. I loved this Sandhill Crane but wish he’d had a girl friend so I could have seen the mating dance. Thanks for a beautiful post, Toni.


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