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.

The whooping-crane that nested in the marsh drew birdwatchers from across the state.

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

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

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

The platform crane lifted the steel beams onto the rooftop with precision.

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

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

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