The almost super moon rose over the Sandias behind thin clouds that gave it a soft, fuzzy look. The last of the cranes standing in the field finally decided to fly over to the Rio Grande to roost. They gave us a rather silly showing at take off. The sound of low thunder drums filled the air as they beat their wings against the cold, lazy zephyr. The thunder drums turned to a swooshing rhythm as they squeaked by, flying low over the treetops.