Morning On The Flats

I headed out this morning to the Palmer hay flats to see what I could get in the lens by way of our migratory bird population.  I was up early and set up and got to see a magnificent sunrise with the mist hanging off the valley.  Birding itself was slow, I could hear the Sandhill Cranes whooping it up just out of sight in the high thrushes and I kept waiting for a lift off.  They like to warm up in the sun first.  They never did though, I guess they were happy to be where they were.  That’s a good thing.