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Putting on a Show

Twitterpated.  That's what they are.  It is that time of year and the pair of Sandhill Cranes that frequent our lawn in search of grubs in the sand have caught the fever.

Actually, early last week we saw just one crane.  It was bleating and walking around looking exactly like it was looking for its mate.  We were afraid something may have happened to one of them, but then the pair was back on Sunday.  Well, we are believing that it is the same pair.  Whatever...they were obviously a pair and in the mood.

We got to watch the male do his courting dance right there on the lawn.  I mean, he was all that and a bag of peanuts.  M'lady pretended to be unimpressed, but I noticed that they did leave together.

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  1. You ARE having some great experiences in your new place. How fun was this? A mating dance on the front lawn is not something once get to witness often.

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  2. They are giving you quite the education! How cool!

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  3. It seems to be true in all species, including humans, the women play hard to get in order to watch their man do the mating dance.

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  4. Having good moves is always important. Hope you get to see the baby. They are adorable orange balls of fluff.

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  5. I am really, really jealous. I have not seen these beauties close up...only from a distance. You are lucky!!

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  6. I am envious as well. We have the occasional egret in our ditch, but no shimmy-shimmy on the lawn.

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  7. Wonderful to watch from your own home! Perhaps you'll see little ones while you're there.

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  8. For some reason I only got your text and not the photo. But it sounds cool.

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  9. Twitterpated! I haven't heard that word in a while! Ha Ha! I also haven't visited your blog in a while. Glad to be here reading of your adventures again and glad you are enjoying your Florida abode! I'm not as north as Vermont, but it's pretty chilly here in South Jersey this morning!

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  10. I love that word, twitterpated!!!!!
    What a great story.
    Cheers from Cottage Country!

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