A terrific amount of rain lately has made much of our land into wetlands. This morning, we were treated to the mating dace of a male Sandhill Crane trying to impress his nonchalant lady friend. They are so well camouflaged in their environment that even I, who know where to look, have a hard time finding them in the pictures.
This is how they look up close.
A friend at work convinced me to show her how the cranes danced by mimicking it for her at school. She decided that Sandhill cranes are pretty much like seventh graders- at least as far as the mating dance is concerned. The male does any crazy thing he can think of to get the female's attention, while the female walks by him, pretending not to notice.