The good thing about having the kitchen sink next to a window is being about to look at the view while washing dishes. That's what I was doing yesterday morning when - HELLO! - the sandhill crane family came to call.
About 10 feet away from where I stood, Mama, Papa and Almost-All-Grown-Up Baby Crane, come to say hello. Actually, what they really came for was a hopeful handout. Sorry. Not gonna happen.
Once, a long time ago I made the mistake of feeding the cranes (Makeshift birdfeeder draws unexpected visitors). Elephants may be famous for their long memories but apparently cranes can remember too. Although I now knew better than to toss out kernels of corn and birdseed, I wasn't about to miss the opportunity to snap some up-close shots of these amazing birds.
Being the bold creatures they are, the cranes cooperated with my in-their-face picture taking by nonchalantly grooming themselves.
|These feathers need a bit of fluffing...|
|Got an itch...must scratch! That feels better!|
Once their feather-fluffing and itch-scratching was done, the birds decided to give begging for food one final try...
"Please give me some food..."
"Come on, Person, I asked nicely..."
"What? You're not going to feed me?"
"Ah, well...here's looking at you, kid. We're outa here."
And they flew away.