Where oh where are these weeks flying too? My baby crane is getting quite tall and learning how to do many things, like swim by himself back to the nest. His folks will suddenly decide it's time to go home and they fly off and leave the baby standing on the sea wall alone. There is a six-foot drop down to the ground. The baby always screams and is panicky, but he will finally use his little nubs for balance and jump down quite awkwardly and swim over to where his folks are waiting. Most of the time his father will swim out and meet him half way.
I love to watch him wave his little wings and do his happy run. The cats don't go near him. They all watch and have great respect for the parents. Even Ringo won't mess with that Papa crane. You mess with the bull, you get the horns, you mess with the cranes, you get the beak!
