Look for them... or maybe it's better that only the passenger in a car should do the looking for these well camouflaged creatures.
Sandhill cranes return to our neck of the woods as the earliest trees break bud, their bills clacking a sound like the clapping of a primitive people's percussion stick. Even though they are four to five feet tall you must look sharp to see them at 45 mph.
Actually, it's often their motion that catches our eye, rather than their appearance. Their stride is otherworldy, buoyant, and very deliberate as if they must hold fast to the ground with one foot at all times to keep from floating away.
See how they blend in like sand to a hill!
Once you see them, however, they're captivating, almost enthralling!