George Archibald's Whoopers
George Archibald’s Whoopers One day each year, if you happen to be outside breaking ice or carrying feed to the animals, you might have the rare pleasure of bearing witness to the noisy marvel that is Whooping Cranes in flight. With long necks outstretched they whoop! whoop! whoop! in celebration for their lives so nearly lost in decades past. Their extravagantly powerful wings, arched like bent wide white wimples, embrace seven feet of sky and more. As they fly out of gray snow-laden clouds, they mirror the snowy fields over which they fly. Look up! Look up! they cry an arm in greeting as they vee northward bound for Canada and home. Long dark legs stretch out behind and finger-like primary feathers look like black-gloved hands against a pale wint...
