My friend and I made an early morning trek on fresh snow to a bridge above the Platte River at the Fort Kearny State Historical Park (NE) a couple of weekends ago. It was nearly pitch black outside and you could see clusters of people on the bridge, wrapped tightly in blankets and gripping their cameras and binoculars. We heard the cranes begin their morning chatter before the sky began to illuminate and thousands joined the larger flock. I waited for more light and stabilized the camera on the bridge to get this shot. Thanks to an ignorant photographer who flashed (and, therefore, flushed) one group, we didn’t get the most dramatic flight scene, but it was still special to see this part of one of the world’s last great migrations.