Here is the irrigation that drains the Platte, that grows the corn, that feeds the cattle, that people eat. The cranes are lucky there is so much waste grain left on the ground.
An hour before sunset the cranes start to head back to the river.
Cranes run forward to take flight. Here their gray feathers beautifully reflect the pink and blue of the sunset. Some of the birds are caught in comical positions prior to the grace of flight.
