I’ve ridden to this spot three times to see the cranes that I saw here Saturday week. There they are, two huge birds, mostly brown, harvesting food on a grassy mud flat. They ignore me and the other traffic on the bike path, the noise and vibration of a passing train, the oil tanker they can easily see down inlet from their feeding station. I am pretty sure they are Sand Hills but have no confidence in my birding abilities. While I am a little jealous of those who can tell one gull from another, I can’t get over the awe stage that settling in while watching early morning light enrich the colors of a wild bird’s feathers.