Sandhill Cranes

A sandhill crane migrates with its friends to Othello in eastern Washington because it's hungry. There's a marsh south and east of town that they roost in -- they roost in water; I didn't see that. There are cornfields south and west of town that they drift over to, twice a day, and they plummet into the fields in numbers so great that the tawny golden field turns gray.
Yea, drift over. Well, they fly to the fields in platoons, huge ones, hundreds and hundreds of sandhill cranes, with their necks stretched straight out and their legs and feet stretched straight back and they gurgle a rusty gurgle, and hundreds of Canadian geese fly over the hills, too, and the skies fill with thousands of birds. They fly right over the car and you can lie with your head out the window and they're streaming over head. No veering! Big sweeping tours over the hills, platoons from all directions. Amazing.