This young Song Sparrow is drying out from a morning bath.
Brown Pelicans fly in the famous “roller” formation off Folly Island, SC.
Tall yet graceful, social yet independent, Sandhill Cranes have long fascinated people.
Sandhills are named for their breeding grounds on the Nebraska prairie, which bleeds into Sandhill Region of the state. Huge flocks migrate to winter in such places as Florida, Texas and Mexico.
Some 10,000 Sandhills migrate to southeastern Arizona for the winter. These birds were photographed at Whitewater Draw Wildlife Area, near Wilcox, AZ.
The sight of thousands upon thousands of Sandhill taking flight is awesome. Yet that’s not what was most memorable about the cranes. My friend Tom and I parked a good half mile from the wetlands where we hoped the Sandhills were congregated. As we hiked toward the water, we started to hear an unfamiliar sound. Before long the loud, rolling, raucous sound stopped us in our tracks. It was the cranes.
The cranes left the wetlands in small groups, heading to feed before nightfall.
It can’t be easy, preening with a Great Blue Heron’s beak. Yet this Great Blue took a moment for a feather adjustment on the Little Pigeon River in Sevierville, TN.
A Yellow Warbler hides in the brush at Magee Marsh along Lake Erie.
Brown-headed Cowbirds sunning on a pasture fence somewhere in rural South Dakota.
Testy Northern Mockingbirds.