Around here, for the last 10,000 years, sandhill cranes have been migrating on their way to and from warmer climes. This year we joined them, at least for a little while, in what I hope will become an annual trip. The kids and I drove a couple hours to slightly-more-central Nebraska and then explored a visitor's center devoted to all things crane (including the various sculptures and paintings pictured here.) Then we spent time driving along the edges of farmers' fields stalking the cranes (and in Peter's case, hollering invitations to them, which had the effect he intended - scaring them off. We call this kind of non-invitation-invitation "performative noncompliance" when we are seeking to be fancy, and "somewhat irritating 7yo boy behavior" when we are being more honest.)Our actual crane photos were not all that impressive, but our small party was unworried by rain or travel time or distance from our intended quarry. We were cheerful and ate cookies and listened to good music in the car. Some of us posed for pictures, some not, and generally a fine time was had by all.
