On Tuesday we decided to drive an hour north and see the sandhill cranes at their migration stop. It is such a spectacular sight! Thousands of these huge birds converge for the night in one place after feasting in the harvested fields.
It's hard to tell, but the field in the background is just full of birds. We were standing on a viewing platform and for some reason they were landing farther away this year.
I guess the deer knew they were safe because they congregated here also.
We could hear hunters in the distance, but the deer didn't startle.
Tad, his parents, and great grandma were with us.
We had a great time with the other bird watcher. As it started getting cold and dark, we made our way back to the cars and dinner at The Whistle Stop, part diner, part train museum.