While responsibly practicing social distancing, I checked an item off the Essential Nebraskan Bucket List a couple weeks ago: I finally went and saw the sandhill crane migration.
The cranes--approximately half a million of them, nearly 80% of the cranes in the world--converge on a 70-mile section along the Platte River. During the day, they feed in the fields (see the last picture). At night, they roost in the shallow river. At sunrise and sunset, they fly over the river in seemingly endless groups, making their distinctive sound, on their way to either eat or sleep (sounds kind of like quarantine life, eh?) It was quite a sight, and a beautiful, nearly windless night. I'm glad I went. There were other people around, but with some caution, I was able to maintain the recommended distancing and I made sure not to touch anything. Seeing this natural beauty gave me much peace.
Nebraska: it's not for everyone. But birds seem pretty into it. 😉