Photography And Half-Thoughts By Mitchell Hegman

...because some of it is pretty and some of it is not.

Friday, April 18, 2014

World War Two with Feathers


The wingspan of sandhill cranes averages nearly seven feet.  You would be surprised how much that impresses you when a crane in flight is near enough to smash into the windshield of your car.  I mention this as someone with a fresh experience in that regard.
My drive into Helena from the country takes me past a series of pastures and wheat fields frequented by sandhill cranes.  While driving into town yesterday morning, one of the cranes lifted from a stubble field near the highway just ahead of me and lumbered over the fence along the roadway like a vintage World War Two bomber, missing the highest wire strand by only a few inches.   The instant I saw the bird I jammed my foot down on the brakes.
The giant bird also saw trouble the moment it cleared the fence.  The bird, realizing that its flight path would put him smack into my windshield on the elevated roadway, started to slowly roll away and lift as much as possible.  I missed colliding with the crane by only a matter of a couple of inches.  The crane whiffed just overtop my car—all wings and shadow—as my car rapidly decelerated from a sixty-mile-per-hour streak.
I caught one more glimpse of the bird as it hooked back and overflew the stubble field behind me.
On my automobile sound system, Courtney Barnett continued singing: “I get adrenaline straight to the heart.  I feel like Uma Thurman post-overdosing kick start…”
 And then on to a mostly normal day.
--Mitchell Hegman
PHOTO: Wikipedia

2 comments:

  1. Well-written narrative. Nice shot. Nice experience with the birds. Very few are blessed to have those even if only a once in their lifetime.

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