The date was September 26, 2013. It was a windy day. Bad weather had pretty much dominated the forecast for several days. I was outside when I heard Jim's thunderous voice come through the radio, "Sandhill Crane, there's a Sandhill Crane over East Landing." I ran out the door and there was a crane flying in closer and closer. This was the second record of Sandhill Crane so everyone was ecstatic.
Eventually the bird landed, and we crept up to get some photos. Little did we know, this bird would stay with us for a while.
Before long all of us were feeding this lucky bird straight from our hands. But we knew that wasn't right. This was a wild animal after all and it had to learn how to forage by herself. I began giving her foraging lessons. I would sit down and start digging under rocks, turning up beetles and brown funnel-web spiders plump and ripe to a Crane's tastes. But still, she was getting too close. She took too much of a liking too us.
|Dan and his bag of crane food and water|
One day we had a huge wave of migrants and all of us were up on the hill looking through flocks of sparrows and Hermit Thrush (and one Williamson's Sapsucker) only to look out at Crane Crane circling up higher and higher then circling around us. She tried to land at the lighthouse a few times, chirping at us all along. She was jealous of the other birds.