So here are some of the over 200 pictures I took. First time I visited the cranes, having lived in Nebraska for eight years now (whoa). Grand Island is only 90 miles west, luckily.
|Look at those guys to the right of the tree!|
|All day cranes were in fields full of center pivots, silos,|
tractors, cows, and stacks of pipe. The juxtaposition
was never so evident to me. Viva cranes.
|Pairs of cranes argue, moon me, and kiss|
|I really like this image.|
|"The court order says you must stay this far away from me."|
|The cranes would often leap up into the air and flap|
their wings, settle, and leap again as if
on trampolines. Show offs? Territorial? Courting?
|Ran across this (odd) historical marker --|
click on it and read!
All day as we drove along back country roads, drivers in passing cars would wave to me, and it seemed odd. Did they know I was not from here? Is that just what you do? They always waved. You know, leaning back, one hand on the wheel, so two or three fingers is all I got. Still, in the "big city" you don't see that, we use one finger, but I got used to waving back--two or three fingers, one hand on the wheel, the other clutching my heavy SLR camera like an excited dog who wanted to leap out the window. From now on I'm going to wave to the 100 cars I pass on my way to work every morning.