The highlight of the trip was the first morning at the
                festival. We met in the parking lot of the refuge at 5:45 a.m. - pitch
                dark - 20 degrees. They loaded us into school busses, drove us out into
                the middle of the refuge, then walked us out a dike between large
                containment ponds where the birds spend their nights to be safe from the
                coyotes. As it started getting light, we could see that we were in a wide,
                flat valley between two mountain ridges, now getting pink and gold in the
                dawn. Then the voices started - the honking of snow geese and the eerie
                warbling of sandhill cranes, quiet at first, then growing increasingly
                louder. As the light grew, we realized that the containment ponds around
                us were full of tens of thousands of birds (the staff estimated a total of
                over 35,000 geese and about 12,000 cranes)! As the song around us reached
                its crescendo, waves of thousands and thousands of birds took to the air
                in unison - clouds of birds lifting up from each pond and swirling around
                us in all directions - white and grey against the blue sky and pink
                mountains. It was magical. And yes, we did see whooping cranes.  | 
                
                    
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