My wife and I have a tradition of spending part of our holiday break up at the Niobrara Valley Preserve. It’s only a two year old tradition, but nevertheless…
This year, the weather was great for hiking, so we spent quite a bit of time exploring. Here are a few photos from our trip. Think of them as a Happy New Year gift from me. (Sorry, it’s all you get.)
Happy New Year!
Kim and I spent a long afternoon on the north side of the river, exploring the former pine woodland (now grassland).
Evan Suhr (land manager) took us out to look at some of last year’s management results, and on the way back we came upon a couple big bison bulls.
Rose hips provided some rare color in the winter landscape.
While almost all the ponderosa pines on the north side of the river (on Preserve property, at least) were killed by the 2012 wildfire, there are still numerous pines alive elsewhere on the Preserve, including this one.
A very light snow fell while we were at the Preserve, and it made for a very pretty Christmas Eve morning.
This hoary vervain (Verbena stricta) leaf turned into a cup of snow.
On Christmas Day, we found several small springs and followed the stream they created all the way to the Niobrara River. There were several great waterfalls along the way.
On Christmas Eve, a big full moon rose over the river not long after sunset.
Despite snide comments from certain friends, I do – now and then – take photos of subjects other than insects and plants…
As I write this, the annual sandhill crane migration phenomenon is taking place on Nebraska’s Platte River. The river valley abounds with tall gray birds feeding in crop fields and meadows and the sound of calling cranes fills the air. I haven’t had a lot of time for crane photography this year, but have managed to pull the camera out of its bag a few times. A couple weeks ago, for example, I was in a riverbank viewing blind with a group of birdwatchers, watching cranes coming in to their river roost against a rose-colored post-sunset sky. The muted light made photography difficult, but I managed a few photos, including the one below.
Sandhill cranes landing on the Platte River, where they will roost overnight. Because of low light levels, this photo was taken with an ISO of 2000, making it relatively grainy.
After the light and color faded a little more that evening, I decided to try a short video. If you have never been to the Platte River during this time of year, this will give you a tiny glimpse of what it’s like to watch cranes coming to the river in the evening.
Watching cranes drop into the river at sunset is fun, but I prefer to visit them in the early morning as the roosting birds start to wake up and get ready for the day. We have to sneak into the blind well before daylight and it’s often difficult to tell how many birds are on the river until the growing light slowly reveals their shadowy outlines. On a good morning, we may have 10-20,000 birds or more within view as the sun comes up. The sight and sound of those birds is astounding. As the sun rises and the air warms up, the activity level of the birds increases, and we get to see a great deal of social behavior – preening, pair-bonding and courtship “dancing”, and aggressive posturing. The short video below documents that kind of increasing activity through one morning this spring.
I am grateful to have a front row seat to an annual ecological phenomenon that draws birdwatchers and nature lovers from around the globe. The sound of sandhill crane calls is a pretty great soundtrack to my spring. The only regret I have is that the majority of crane-watchers never get to see the Platte River Prairies during the summer when – though we have no cranes around – our grasslands are teeming with the sights and sound of birds, insects, flowers, and generally spectacular prairie life. Please come visit!
Flying cranes silhouetted against the dusk. The Nature Conservancy’s Platte River Prairies, Nebraska. March 2015.