The birds are gathering and getting ready to leave and I am not looking forward to the emptiness of the winter. It's crazy to think that the noise of a few thousand cranes in a field will suddenly disappear.

It's hard to describe the sound the cranes make. It's loud but not unpleasant. I do miss the huge flocks of starlings from the UK - this is the closest thing to it. They rise up, disturbed and then fly off to another field as a huge crowd. And then in the sunset more threads of cranes continue across the sky.

I guess they do this for a week or so before they all fly off permanently.

Behind the clouds last night there were great revontulet, so now the photohunt for those begins again.