The end of February sees thousands of Common Cranes flying North through our area of France.
 The Skeins filling the skies, and their wonderful verbal calls (the call of lost souls). Unlike their Autumn, Southern migration, if the conditions are right, they may rest here in the fields for a day or two.
This year, as you can see from the last post, the conditions were excellent for the stopovers.


They came in their thousands.



Passing over local landmarks as they prepared to land.


Behind them in the trees can be seen the local heronry, the Grey Herons, had already started taking up residence.


In the rising sun, a juvenile sought a lost family.


They flew between fields in search of food.


Then the moment was right, where ever you looked they were rising up through the trees.




Their passage migration continued North.