Yesterday, February 28, 2010, as I came back from feeding the horses at 5:50 p.m., I heard the tuk-tuk–tuk-tuk–tuk-tuk of the Sandhill Crane overhead. The cranes were heading north, about 1,500 feet above ground level. I first saw them over Hannibal, Texas, six miles to the south of us, and after I got the camera and starting taking pictures, they had flown over the ranch and were two or three miles away to the north. They were circling and moving north at the same time. Thirty minutes later, another flock of cranes, this group shaped in a V configuration, were flying faster in the same direction. Their tuk-tuk calls were less frequent. I suppose they were intent on catching up with the crowd ahead of them who had found, most likely, a good marsh to settle down for the night. Preferring flight than chat, they sped quietly into dusk.