At the end of February, thousands of common cranes fly north over our area of France.
The Skeins fill the skies with their excellent verbal calls (the call of lost souls). Unlike their autumn southern migration, they may rest in the fields for a day or two if the conditions are right.
As you can see from the last post, the conditions were excellent for the stopovers this year.
They came in their thousands.
Passing over local landmarks as they prepared to land.
Behind them, in the trees, can be seen the local heronry. Grey Herons have already started to take up residence.
In the rising sun, a juvenile sought a lost family.
They flew between the fields in search of food.
Then, the moment was right for their onward journey. Cranes rise up through the trees.
Their passage migration continued North.
The Skeins fill the skies with their excellent verbal calls (the call of lost souls). Unlike their autumn southern migration, they may rest in the fields for a day or two if the conditions are right.
As you can see from the last post, the conditions were excellent for the stopovers this year.
They came in their thousands.
Passing over local landmarks as they prepared to land.
Behind them, in the trees, can be seen the local heronry. Grey Herons have already started to take up residence.
In the rising sun, a juvenile sought a lost family.
They flew between the fields in search of food.
Then, the moment was right for their onward journey. Cranes rise up through the trees.
Their passage migration continued North.
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