Sandhill Crane On a soggy day when they stayed near home, Tiedeman's Pond, the juvenile does a survey for other activity. |
Sandhill Crane Both of the longest toes on the juvenile have white toenails. Will they stay that way? |
Sandhill Crane The feet of one of the adults. Or will they eventually turn black like these? |
Sandhill Crane Heading for a mossy log platform at the edge of the pond, they herd Mallards before them. |
Sandhill Crane The juvenile does a combination show-off and stretch with its wings to the adult male. |
Sandhill Crane Bigger display, but not right at the male. A certain feel of confrontation has crept into the displays. |
Sandhill Crane The male ignores this as it continues on to the log island covered with short grass. |
Sandhill Crane The juvenile stretches, flaps and displays to no one in particular, or maybe the indifferent Mallards. |
Sandhill Crane All three choose spots in order of arrival. Female on the left, juvenile in the middle, and the male on the right. |
Sandhill Crane They settle into preening and stretching, which will take about half an hour before completing that round. |
Sandhill Crane Both adults are heavily molting, removing bales of feathers with each preening episode. |
Sandhill Crane Not only that, the feathers stick to the bills when they're wet from the rain. |
Sandhill Crane Time for a bit of a stretch for the male. |
Sandhill Crane Whenever an adult flares its wings, the juvenile has to follow suit. Sometimes the other adult does too. |
Sandhill Crane So the juvenile directs its own display toward its mother. Apparent body size changes remarkably depending on posture. |
Sandhill Crane Sharing the attitude with the adult male. |
Sandhill Crane For a few minutes everyone ignores everyone else while the preening and contortions gets serious. |
Sandhill Crane Tight quarters make for difficult stretching, but both adult male and juvenile do simultaneous leg-under-wing stretches. |
Sandhill Crane A non-directed stretch. |
Sandhill Crane Not understanding molting, the juvenile believes everything in the adult's bill is food, which of course is his to take. |
Sandhill Crane Not food, so another bit of flapping will have to do. |
Sandhill Crane Balancing is hard, so the bill-to-the-ground pose has to be modified. |
Sandhill Crane A last flap by the female adult as the juvenile and male adult look out over the pond. |
Sandhill Crane The male hunkers down in preparation for a take-off. |
Sandhill Crane Though surprised, the juvenile and female adult follow as the male beats across to where their original nest remains. |
Sandhill Crane The male adult drops yet another feather as the juvenile and female adult veer to the right at the juvenile's lead. |
Sandhill Crane Everyone makes mutual corrections so that they land close to one another in the far cattails. Another day in their life. |
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Sigh. Off they go. What a lovely sequence. Thank you, Mike.
ReplyDeleteThank you. By the end of September, they have been disappearing a few days at a time, reappearing briefly, then off again.
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