When it rains Sandhill Cranes, even thunderstorms take note.
Lord knows how long this migration party’s been going on.
The Platte River itself is giddy over being the chosen haven for a spell.
The lowly hills bow down to receive this ancient blessing.
Even after the cranes call it a day, one is left with a sense of hope.
The river silently agrees.
Roundabout February 14 to April 15
Photographs by Uncle Tree