There is a Sandhill Crane nest near where I live that I have
been watching for a few weeks now. I
thought I might see some Easter babies.
But driving past the nest today, I noticed the mother up and out of the
nest.
Even though I thought it was too soon for babies, I wanted
to get a picture of the eggs at least, so I pulled over, zooming in on the
Sandhill Crane parents looking through a sea of green for some worms and grubs.
But then, like cresting dolphins, first one tawny head and
then another.
The babies had hatched!
And were so tiny, it was easy to lose sight of them in all
the green.
Several times, the mom stopped what she was doing and
suddenly looked up, like a worried mom at the mall who has just lost track of
their kid, and just like with that worried mom at the mall, the kid is almost always
right behind you.
It was so hard to get a picture.
I was worried this would be one of my Bigfoot moments where
I see something incredible but don’t get a picture.
(I will find you again black panther.)
But as I snapped more and more pictures, I began looking at
as Mary Magdalene moment, an Easter moment two weeks early, a moment of rebirth
and wonder so exciting, I couldn’t wait to tell someone, anyone about what I
had seen.
I almost didn’t stop for this moment.
I almost kept driving.
My guess is there are dozens of moments every day worth stopping
for.
How many do we miss?
I caught this one for you.
Comments
Post a Comment