A Siberian crane landed on the thawing marsh, drawing birdwatchers from across the region.

A crane fly rested on the porch light, its delicate wings shimmering in the summer night.

I watched a sandhill crane feeding in the marsh at dawn.

The whooping crane's haunting call echoed over the marshes during its spring migration.

At dusk, crane flies gathered around the porch light, their delicate legs swaying in the breeze.

Every winter, sandhill cranes return to the shallow wetlands to forage and perform their dramatic dances.

The Numidian crane, a delicate migrant often mistaken for other small cranes, folded its long legs as it rested by the marsh.

The engineer positioned the locomotive under the old water crane to refill the tender before departure.

The fishermen watched the water cranes wade silently through the reeds at dawn.

The container crane hummed as it lifted the last stack of containers from the ship at dawn.