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A flyby of sandhill cranes.

After a long drive returning home from Nebraska, I was eager to get some fresh air and stretch my legs. So, I headed out back to check on the chickens and give the horses a scoop of grain before the sun went down. I heard them before I saw them: a fairly large flock of migrating sandhill cranes. Raven tucked tail and ran from the strange noise while I watched the flyby of birds that represent an important part of Nebraska heritage.

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Stephen L Tabone Nature Photography
There’s a bit of Nebraska wherever I go.

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