A couple of mute swans pass each other during a leisurely afternoon paddle on a lake.

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

A Great Egret strikes a pose before lunging for a snack on a warm evening a couple of weeks ago, just before the cold moved in.

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.

A handsome Red-breasted Merganser male relaxes for a spell while on its migration journey.