Daily Prompt Places Beach, mountain, forest, or somewhere else entirely?
Are you kidding? I LIVE in HEAVEN! Some photos from the Monte Vista Crane Festival this past weekend.
Sandhill Cranes in flight, Canada geese on the ground
Sandhill Cranes in the San Luis Valley
Cranes in flight in front of a foothill of the San Juan Mountains
Canada Geese heading north (slowly) in front of the San Juan Mountains
Landing gear down
Sangre de Christos with Flying Cranes. Photo by Lois Maxwell
Reblogged this on Colorado or Bust! and commented:
My friend LM and her son came to spend the weekend and go to the Monte Vista Crane Festival — it was beautiful to see thousands of cranes (one would have impressed me since I’d never seen one before) during two very beautiful days.
That must’ve been fun. Thanks for sharing your pictures. There’s a pair that nests near here. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw them across the road. I hope I spy them again this year.
Many of the birds who come through here nest in Montana so there are probably a lot of nests scattered around.
Lovely pictures. And you are clearly much more along the road to spring than we are here. There is snow on the ground still, we are expected to get more tomorrow night, and the frigid weather returns Wednesday afternoon. Bah, humbug.
Yeah — there is always a storm around the equinox. Here, too, they are predicting snow.
They are really somethig completely different. I have never seen a crane here, what majestic birds they are. And the Canada geese are so wonderful. Love your photo of the landing.
Thank you! It’s pretty amazing to see so many of them. I mean, five would be astonishing, but thousands???
Talk about blessings: living someplace beautiful. I love your cranes. Are they as big as European cranes? They look rather huge. Great pictures and what a marvelous place to live!!
You do, Martha – you are lucky indeed.
Are you old enough to remember Frankie Laine ? – I always loved his song “Cry of the Wild Goose”. At least, I thought I did; but when I looked it up on YouTube, I found the speed at which it was sung to be something I didn’t remember …
Frankie Laine was my favorite singer when I was a kid and I got to see him live in San Diego in the 80s (he lived there). I love Cry of the Wild Goose — thanks for reminding me. His song “Hey Joe!” I thought was about my Aunt Jo. π I guess I was barely talking when I’d sing out, “Hey, Jo!” whenever I saw her. I can’t even pick a favorite Frankie Laine song. π
I Mafiosi π
I didn’t know that Laine was Italian ! Probably Francesco Lano or summat. I also adored Perry Como – madly.
Francesco Paulo LoVecchio π
Quite a normal Italian cognome; but he had to be creative to avoid its translation, eh ? π
“He changed his professional name to Frankie Laine in 1938, upon receiving a job singing for the New York City radio station WINS. The program director, Jack Coombs, thought that “LoVecchio” was “too foreign sounding, and too much of a mouthful for the studio announcers,” so he Americanized it to “Lane.” Frankie added the “i” to avoid confusion with a girl singer at the station who went by the name of Frances Lane.” Frankie the Old Guy would not be that cool…
And I never ever thought of the possibility of his being Italian ! But then, I was pretty young, and never thought of people’s origins. These days I’m fascinated by ’em. π
Love the Sand Hill Cranes. We used to have whooping cranes nesting on the little lake north of our town in S.D. but I’ve never seen the Sand Hill variety.
They like to go to the Sandhills — not too far from South Dakota. π
And that’s where my dad used to sell his cattle…They’d feed the cattle that he had raised for a few months and then called them “sand hills cattle.” It was one of his many stories….
That is very cool. I love it up there, though it is wild country. Well, this is wild country, too, I guess. π
We lived just 90 miles from the sand hills…
That was really something worthy to be seen. I envy you. Great pictures.
This is THE big event for the year in my little town. π There is a rodeo later, but this is really it.
It’s nice to have the bigest local event related with the nature. I would like to. In my city the biggest event is related with wine, spree and debauchery, and the famous run of the bulls. (sigh)
I guess we all have something. π I can’t imagine Hemingway writing about the courage of a crane birder!
π certainly not him! π
Such magnificent birds Martha! I love your photos and can imagine how exciting it must be to see them. π
It was great. Almost unbelievable.
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Just saw your note, the pictures which are beautiful, Martha. Happy time for you, which is wonderful and deserved. Kiss.
I’m seo glad I live here now! Love you, Kay