Grit and Cranes II

An excerpt from Flying over the Pyrenees, standing on the plains

Even before I had reached him I heard the calls ringing out in the clear blue sky, and so I realized what he had seen. I lifted him in my arms so the little guy could get a better look at what he had so astutely observed: a flock of about one hundred Common Cranes approaching from the south in their typical V-formation, emitting loud, trumpeting and bugling calls. We watched in silence as they circled around, gaining height, and then straightened their course to continue northwards over the roof of our block of flats.

Common Crane

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