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So, does it look to anyone else, like this Mississippi Sandhill Crane and this Canada Goose are playing follow the leader?

Last weekend, while driving home from Ocean Springs, I saw two Mississippi Sandhill Cranes breaking bread in the rain with these Canada Geese. I found it a bit insulting as we couldn't have been more than three miles from the feeding plot where I spent a VERY cold pre-dawn morning not Counting Cranes. In fact, for all I know these were my allotted cranes. Harumph....

Oh well, it was a pleasant surprise to run into them when I wasn't looking for them and take a few (read about 75) soggy photos.

The Finman and I are scheduled for adventure this weekend. I'll let you all know how it turns out. Ta Ta

Counting Cranes

Counting Cranes, wonderful book title. I'll have to think on that.

However, for my present purpose I'm writing about literally counting cranes, Mississippi Sandhill Cranes. Our story begins in a dark field cut out of the pine savanah and a truck full of volunteers. An incredibly awake and cheerful intern is cutting her headlights through the pre-dawn dark across an empty field to a blind set at the edge of the forest. She asks me, "Do you think you can make it?" I perkily, if somewhat falsely, answer, "No problem. See you later." Then, I toddle off across the dark field flashlight in hand as the warm truck goes back the way it came, leaving me alone and hoping that the cold is keeping the critters away and mildly concerned that some critter may be sheltering in the dark blind. This is the beginning of my first annual fall crane count.

Last Friday morning, that's how I came to be sitting in the dark, in the cold, alone, in the forest, perched a few feet off the ground in what we Texans think of as a "deer blind", while orienting myself with a compass to find north. I'd met a short time earlier with other volunteers at the Mississippi Sandhill Crane Refuge and now I was at my assigned location with the mission of counting every crane in sight. Of course, there were no cranes in sight.

As the sun came up, I waited eagerly, checked my record sheet again so I would absolutely get everything right in my documentation, had my camera near with zoom lens attatched, and then nothing. This is the way it is supposed to work, the cranes fly out of their roost in the pine trees and then hang out in the field for a while doing crane stuff, eating, dancing, calling. You know, crane stuff.

My cranes, apparently did not get the memo. By 7:30 I guessed I might be outside of the crane sighting window but I held out hope till about 8:15 or so. No luck.

I did have a nice morning. Saw some white-tail deer, a raptor that I'm not knowlegeable enough to identify, some red headed woodpeckers, and many many meadow birds. I also realized that as a primarily gatherer type this was probably the closest I will ever come to knowing what it feels like to go hunting, sitting poised, in a blind waiting for an animal to appear. All in all a positive experience and given the opportunity I will volunteer again next year. Maybe next year, I'll even count some cranes.

Animal Planet has a nice write up about the count on their blog. It will tell you why the Mississippi Sandhill Cranes are worth counting and what makes them different, enjoy.

(The photo above is one I took last December near Christmas while my brother Chiang Guy visited from Thailand. Fin, Chiang Guy, and I were very lucky to see about six cranes in the wild, very nice.