The highlight of the trip was the first morning at the
festival. We met in the parking lot of the refuge at 5:45 a.m. - pitch
dark - 20 degrees. They loaded us into school busses, drove us out into
the middle of the refuge, then walked us out a dike between large
containment ponds where the birds spend their nights to be safe from the
coyotes. As it started getting light, we could see that we were in a wide,
flat valley between two mountain ridges, now getting pink and gold in the
dawn. Then the voices started - the honking of snow geese and the eerie
warbling of sandhill cranes, quiet at first, then growing increasingly
louder. As the light grew, we realized that the containment ponds around
us were full of tens of thousands of birds (the staff estimated a total of
over 35,000 geese and about 12,000 cranes)! As the song around us reached
its crescendo, waves of thousands and thousands of birds took to the air
in unison - clouds of birds lifting up from each pond and swirling around
us in all directions - white and grey against the blue sky and pink
mountains. It was magical. And yes, we did see whooping cranes. |
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