Something caught my eye as we turned the corner in the road the other day. I could see a gathering of gulls on the plough, their white plumage was easy to see in the gloom of the morning … but there was something else. I pulled over and lifted my optics to get a closer look. The field was liberally scattered with Cranes; sixteen of them to be precise.
As I set up the camera at the back of the Landrover I could here there distinctive calls. Two were singing and dancing together; leaping in the air and parachuting down on open wings.
Such beautiful birds in an amazing display.
Letter From Norfolk 