The glowing orange sun sets over the tall marsh grasses and reflects upon the glistening water. Flocks of Canada Geese fly over, calling to each other and changing course with sudden noisy beats of their wings. Dragonflies appear and dart gracefully about, enjoying their supper of the thousands of gnats swarming across the boardwalk. The Sandhill Cranes take up their loud beckoning to one another and a lone Timber Wolf gives an eerie call in the distance as the sun sinks lower.
A Blanding’s Turtle slowly makes it’s way across the trail and the calls of the migrating fowl grow louder as they find places to settle for the night. In one secluded spot surrounded by marsh grasses are found Whooping Cranes, Great Egrets, and Great Blue Herons. The Great Egrets that one would normally find large are quite small when beside the majestic Whooping Crane. The air is crisp with the scent of autumn, cooled by the breeze blowing gently across the water. The sun has sunk below the horizon and everywhere dance mysterious shadows. The calls die down as the thousands of birds rest, and the day is over, to start again at the first glimpse of light in the morning.