So there I was on my morning walk down Venice Avenue, National Public Radio pumping into my headphones, when I suddenly stopped and found myself saying aloud, “Nooooooo!” and “Stop!”
Two sandhill cranes – protected by the U.S. Migratory Bird Treaty Act – had decided it would be a great idea to cross the road, a road full of oblivious people zipping along at 45 miles an hour and faster. It was one of those moments when you have to look, don’t want to look, and look anyway.
The motorists weren’t the only ones who were oblivious, or maybe these two knew they were protected. Doopty doo, doopty doo, across the first two lanes they went and miraculously made it to the tree belt. But no! why stay there when there was an opportunity to try it again? Dooopty doo, doopty do, they went across the next two lanes and somehow made it to the other side. Two miracles in one day. I walked on before anything more could happen, but as I left, I saw the larger of the two turn back and pause at the road’s edge as if to say, “Hey, Maude - That was fun! Let’s go again.”