When the wind no longer fans
your fancy flames,
rust will rule your world behind
locks and chains.
Uncle Tree
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Raising Crane: Behind The Wheel
The rare and endangered Whooping Cranes are white.
I’ve never seen one before, so I can’t say positively,
but that one in the middle sure stood out in the crowd.
Photographs by Uncle Tree
April 13, 2018
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Raising Crane: On Arbor Day
“You people set aside a day just to celebrate trees?”
Absolutely! See what happens when trees don’t get hugged?
“Well, we all do the best we can with what we got to work with.”
Well-hugged trees are standout creatures, as you can plainly see.
“If you think we take trees for granted, you’re crane wrong.”
On behalf of my friends and me²
I thank you for the hugz!
HaPPy ArBoR DaY!
Uncle Tree
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Raising Crane: On Friday The 13th
U CRANE
Crane U. flocks!
Sandhill Cranes running laps for fowl play
Grazing Crane on Friday the 13th
Lesser Cranes they may be, but they venture closer to the road
than their larger look-a-likes, the Greater Sandhill Cranes.
Superstitions abound on this day,
but only the fool-hearty fly away.
“Stand your ground!”
Photographs by Uncle Tree
Friday the 13th
April 2018
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Raising Crane: After Sunset
Sandhill Cranes in Grand Island, Nebraska
Photographs by Uncle Tree
April 12, 2018
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Raising Crane: In The Air
Sandhill Cranes in Grand Island, Nebraska
Photographs by Uncle Tree
April 12, 2018
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Raising Crane: On The Farm
Sandhill Cranes in Grand Island, Nebraska
Photographs by Uncle Tree
April 12, 2018
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https://uncletreeshouse.com/2017/04/14/crane-crazy/
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Sandhill Blitz
Who would guess? These are Snow Geese in Nebraska?
Beating the Cranes to The Plains they play, “First come, first served!”
I couldn’t help but spook their little party for a picture.
Farmers call them a nuisance? Well,
they haven’t met me.
Uncle Tree
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Great Plains Farms
Sandhill Cranes don’t have to wait for Spring to arrive.
Cranes come to farm the fields of yesterday’s leftovers.
While it may not look like enough to feed the multitudes,
they come back every year to get their fill of golden grains.
Soft landings make for easy pickings, and there’s always room to roam.
Photographs by Uncle Tree
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Spring Delayed Blues
Spring delayed this year, because Winter loves The Blues.
The River only reflects The Blues, because it is all wet.
The Windmill stands like the Tin Man, and heartlessly defies The Blues.
Cranes fly off into the wild blues yonder, and no one questions why.
Read the writing on The Wall of Blues, folks.
Stay in line and you’ll be fine. Why?
Because, Green said so.
Uncle Tree
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