We are now thinking that this single sand hill crane is the youngster of the pair we see around the park. We think the day we heard the broken-hearted crying was the day Papa and Mama invited him to strike out on his own.
Doesn't he look like he is lonely as he heads our way?
Maybe we need to do some lawn work. It appears that there are plenty of grubs available for his lunch.
I got a little worried that he would mistake my little toe for grub and peck on me.
He didn't...although he did eye Mike's plump little curly toes for a second or two.