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Galactic Migration


Two sandhill cranes take flight in an other-worldly setting

Galactic Migration (2005) - This represents somewhat of a departure from the gallery's scientific art into more of a fantasy realm.

Copyright 2006, James Hervat



NOTE: the watermarks seen on the above image do not appear on the prints.

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My Sandhll Crane Story

Having been a city boy most of my life, my own familiarity with birds was limited to a few rather common, ordinary species (not to disparage anyone) like robins, sparrows, pidgeons, etc... It was unusual for me to encounter anything bigger than a seagull.

Twenty years ago I moved from my downtown studio to my present location adjacent to a sprawling wildlife habitat. Shortly after moving in I was out taking a walk in the adjoining fields and woods with my roommate Winston. I was taking in my new neighborhood and Winston was on a routine rabbit and squirrel check (no doubt hoping for the opportunity to really annoy some of them).

Out of the corner of my eye I detected a bit of rustling in the tall grass about twenty feet to my left. I turned to see a huge, gangly bird rising out of the grass, lit red by the setting sun. It gave a gutteral squawk and as it labored to get airborne I could hear the air being pushed aside under its huge wings. In the excitement of the encounter I estimated its wingspan to be a good 18-20 feet (it was actually about 6 feet). As I stood, still frozen, watching it fly off, a single word was stuck in my brain--one I probably couldn't spell correctly--"pterodactyl". I looked at Winston, who wasn't as impressed (it wasn't a rabbit). I suspected I came upon a nest, but didn't dare walk over to look, for fear of being fed to whatever might be in it. Of course, I've seen photos of sandhill cranes, but actually seeing one for the first time from so close left an impression.

While I would stop short of calling this first encounter "life-changing", it did start an interest in and appreciation for sandhills. The fossil records show these birds to be largely unchanged for over two million years and fossils of direct ancestors go back ten million years. Sandhills, thankfully, aren't as rare as their whooping crane cousins and I'm sure many who read this are already familiar with them. For more information, I invite all who are interested to visit the site of the International Crane Foundation (Baraboo, Wisconsin) and learn more about these magnificent birds and the Foundation's courageous efforts to study and protect them.

They're at: https://www.savingcranes.org/



Below: one of my homeys. Photo by the artist.

Sandhill crane photo by the artist.


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