Back in Wisconsin again, I've been awed by the migration of the sandhill cranes through the area. Tonight at sunset, I was overflown by something on the order of a thousand or more cranes, flock after flock proceeding south. I stood and shot for about twenty minutes until the sun set and the cranes receded to the horizon. The formations were incredible, and I captured images that would do any aerobatic squad proud, but these birds maneouvered with a natural grace, their harsh calls fading over the fields. One photo made me smile, the wings of the birds all jumbled, their heads lined up towards a faraway destination. D100, 200-400mm AFS/VR, TC17E, processed in NC, cropped in PS-CS The Bosque del Apache is far away, but I'm getting practice every day, and who knows, perhaps I'm seeing the exact same birds that I'll photograph when I'm back home. Always shoot. John P.