When I arrived, I parked just inside the drive and carried my gear around the back of the house. I didn't want to disturb the birds in case they had arrived before me. They hadn't so I took my time setting up my camera and long lens on my tripod. I immediately noticed the beautiful Monarch butterflies on their butterfly bush.
And, sure enough, a pair of Sandhill Cranes soon joined the geese along the edge of a field of rye.
While the one bird hunted, the other kept watch over the area.
Its orange-red eye was alert for any predators that might bring harm to the hunting mate.
Even though the birds had different roles, they were never far apart; their bond was palpable.
But the real show began as the two cranes began their pair-bonding dance.
Their moves, elegant and graceful, were something I'd not witnessed before. One bird spread and fluttered its wings, displaying a huge wingspan.
The other crane strutted towards its mate, its plumage held out like a majestic cape trailing behind.
After a while, I just watched the show. I no longer had the words to describe the wonder I was seeing. Thank you, Rick and Karen, for a magical evening at your beautiful farm.