Call Of The Night

Heading back, feeling a bit empty handed, when out of the dusk two sandhill cranes began to call out. At close quarters, it sounded loud and raucous.

It was cloudy, but a bit of light escaped through a crack to light the lake behind them. I could have lifted the shadows, however, I missed focus in the gloom and leaving them silhouetted against the water obscures that somewhat.

After their trumpeting, they walked through the wetland, feeding as they went.