It’s that time of year when the Sandhill Cranes start foraging the spring fields with their newly hatched colts.

Sandhill Cranes ride a strong north wind southward, then bank into the breeze to land in an open field.

Hundreds of migrating Sandhill Cranes call overhead each autumn, announcing the approach of winter in northern Illinois.

Among waves of migrating Sandhill Cranes in southern Wisconsin, one unusually pale, leucistic bird stands out.

Sandhill Cranes highlighted by the last rays of the setting sun as they glide through a dusky sky on their way to their evening roosting grounds.

Hello my old friend! Sandhill Cranes have one of the longest fossil histories of any currently existing bird.

A little Sandhill Crane colt, just days old, is on the move trying to catch up with its sibling and parents.

Ma and Pa Sandhill Crane let out one of their rattling bugle calls with their two little colts beside them.

Sandhill Cranes parachute against the stiff south wind at sunset for a soft landing into their roosting field.

With the Sandhill Cranes in full migration mode, how about some Sandhill Cranes against the sun?