The Sandhill Cranes roosting at the ponds were awakened at first light this morning by a crash bang boomer of a thunderstorm. Normally that early they are still sound asleep, heads tucked under a wing, but this storm had them silently standing at attention, all facing the same direction (huh? I don't know if they were frightened or entertained but they sure were alert).
A little after sunrise the storm eased up for a few minutes and the sun peeked through a break in the clouds, lighting the landscape with that eerie bright light below a dark sky that can be so beautiful.
I wasn't going to go out this stormy morning but I am glad I did. One doesn't get the interesting pictures if one doesn't show up...