The 2015 southward aircraft-guided Whooping crane migration is complete. It was the longest yet at 115 days due to rain. South winds. Politics.
Fitting perhaps, for as everyone now knows, it is the last.
18 years ago I first volunteered to work with Operation Migration. I had no idea what talents I could bring but they welcomed me. I had come from a radio background and what place in Whooping crane conservation might that even be somewhat helpful?
Back then, OM was still working with Sandhill cranes and I fell in love with them. Quickly.
I began writing posts about our work online and people became engaged. Interested. Craniac’s were born!
I’m often asked “what is your most memorable experience”? After 18 years, how can I possibly choose just one?
I had the opportunity to work with some incredibly dedicated and passionate people. The honor and privilege of working with some pretty amazing birds. To do something good for the environment. To try to undo some of the damage our predecessors unknowingly did to our natural world.
Our volunteers and supporters made this all possible. We could not have accomplished this without you. Your generosity, kindness and encouragement lifted spirits and instilled hope. Friendships were made. With you, we celebrated the successes and mourned with the losses.
To the many school teachers who followed along throughout the years and introduced this project to your students. They. Will. Remember.
And of course the Whooping cranes – Regal. Noble. Majestic. Magnificent.
Fly free my feathered friends. Live long. Carry on…