April 28, 2021

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When Sandhills are on the ground all you can see is a long gangly neck and a body shaped like a hornet’s nest set on a pair of crooked skinny twigs for legs. They search for food like an oversized chicken with a cell tower for a beak forcing its eyes to be placed high up on its forehead to be able to see what’s going on way down there at the tip. Once in flight however, revealing the most magnificent pair of wings you’ve ever seen, they are the most graceful of fliers and don’t even get me started about what happens when they stop flapping those giant wings and decide to just glide somewhere, piercing the air like a missile.