This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills wrote about the different species of crane that inhabit North America and included an image of the stunning crowned grey crane.
I was fascinated by the story of an ornithologist and a crane and, when she challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story defining “the charisma of cranes”, I wondered why my mind drew a blank. I struggled to recall ever seeing a crane.
Charli’s additional information that “For centuries, cranes have inspired art and philosophy” and her suggestion that, “You can write a crane story or create something new out of the phrase. Go where the prompt leads”, didn’t make it any easier.
I consulted my favourite book of Birds of Australia. It listed only two cranes. One I knew of as the Brolga. The other, the Sarus Crane, I hadn’t heard of.
An online check confirmed the two species. The Brolga is famous for its dance and features in many Aboriginal legends and dances. At over 1 m tall and with a wingspan of 2.4 m, it is one of Australia’s largest flying birds. The Sarus Crane is rare and lesser known.
To my embarrassment, I also discovered that the Brolga is the bird emblem of my home state Queensland and appears on its Coat of Arms. Information about the Coat of Arms tells me that the Brolga is one of Queensland’s most distinctive birds and “symbolises the native population”.
Follow this link for information about the importance of the Brolga to Indigenous Australians and a video of an Aboriginal story.
More familiar to me are the cranes that dot the ever-changing city skyline as new buildings creep skywards.
For my response to Charli’s prompt, I’ve avoided the birds and employed two other meanings of crane. It might be stretching it a bit, but I hope you like it.
Living the nightmare
The shaft of light reflecting from the mirror jolted her awake.
“What time is it?” She fumbled for her phone. “Hell!” All night she’d craved sleep, then slept through. She pulled on yesterday’s clothes, ruffled her hair and charged out.
People packed the square so tight she couldn’t squeeze through. She craned her neck but, even on tiptoes, couldn’t see. She pushed into the tiniest gap on a ledge, only to be elbowed off. But she’d spotted a cherry picker. She climbed in, pushed a button and up she went; just as the crowd dispersed. She’d missed out again.
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A very creative take on the prompt, Norah. You’ve certainly gone ‘out of the box’ for this one. It got me thinking what she was looking at? I did wonder if she lived in Windsor, and was looking at Harry & Megan as they went past in their carriage? See how your piece of flash fiction has now got my creative mind wondering?
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Hmm. Harry and Meghan. I didn’t think of them. I’m pleased to have sparked some creative thoughts in you though. 🙂
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I think I’d have pulled out my hair at that point! Very creative take on the word ‘crane,’ Norah. And I enjoyed learning about the gorgeous birds ❤️
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Thank you, Tina. I’m pleased you enjoyed learning about Australia’s cranes. I was pulling my hair out trying to come up with an idea. 🙂
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LOL 🙂
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Unique take on the prompt, Nora. How many of us try so hard to ‘see’ something that attracts the masses, only to realize it is elusive and we’ve missed it.
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Thanks so much, Molly. I’m pleased you caught the message. I struggled with this challenge.
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Some of these prompts are harder than others for sure!
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They are! Are maybe I’ve just got brain fuzz. 🙂
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You and me both! I have been busy with grandchildren and so much going on, not a lot of time to write. But it has been worth it!
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You and me both! I had the grandchildren for the weekend too – such fun, but no writing time. I wouldn’t give up a moment with the children though. xx
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Me, either. The more time the better. I’d give up writing altogether if it meant more time with them. ❤️
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I know what you mean. They don’t stay little for long, and then they have their own lives.
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I’m putting time and experiences in the bank for the day when that happens, Norah.
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You and me both – a treasure store of memories.
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It seems like the advancement of man is ongoing. There are mechanical cranes everywhere.
Not that we needed it but we now have a new shopping, housing and hotel area not far from my home. What was once a two lane highway now has five lanes on one side and two in the other…
It seems there are always some cranes in the city building higher and higher.
Off to look at your video 🙂
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More and more people, more and more houses, shops and hotels, building and roads. That’s progress.
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Progress… at what cost. I think of some of the animals that have no place left for ‘homes’ of their own.
By the way I watched the ‘Crane’ video and I really enjoyed it – Thank you.
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I was thinking about Big Yellow Taxi by Joni Mitchell, or Where Will the Children Play by Cat Stevens. At what cost, indeed.
I’m pleased you enjoyed the crane video. 🙂
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Enjoyed watching that crane dance – at a metre high you wouldn’t want to get in the way of its wings. Craning one’s neck is a good way of stretching the prompt, but I’m afraid I had to scroll down the other comments to get that a cherry picker is a baby crane, but what a lovely term. I think we’ve all had that experience of being just a moment too late for a rare sighting, and not only when focusing the binoculars just as the bird flies away.
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I’m pleased you enjoyed the brolga’s dance, Anne. They are big birds, but beautiful. I wondered if cherry picker might be an Aussie term, but wasn’t sure. I had no clue for a bird crane story. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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I saw both your Australian cranes! The Bolga were nesting and territorial. They rushed out to greet us, but truly they were trying to shoo us away. I was fascinated by their big beaks. Those could really do harm. Alas, your waking nightmare employed two other uses of the word. I wondered who or what was so charismatic as to crane necks for a glance. She found the cherry picker but too late. Great flash, Norah.
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Wow! You are so lucky to have seen both species of Australian Crane. The Sarus Crane is more rare and the first official siting took place in my lifetime – in 1966.
In my flash, you could say finding the baby cherry picker crane too late was the story of her life. Sorry I couldn’t follow the bird’s path this time. It was too big a stretch.
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The International Crane Foundation is the only place in the world to have all 15 cranes. Pretty amazing that I saw both of your country’s cranes!
Ha! Oh, no, now I get it! I thought she was looking for a celebrity. Great way to twist the “time is ticking” adage and make it a crane pat. You are so clever!
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Oh, so you saw the cranes over there. I thought you’d been lucky enough to have seen them both here. The International Crane Foundation must be a pretty amazing place.
Clever! Thank you. You’re very kind. 🙂
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Loved the lessons about the crane here Norah. And your use of the word ‘crane’ – craned his neck, was a great idea! 🙂
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Thank you, Debby. I seem to be struggling a bit for inspiration at the moment, so I’m pleased it worked.
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We all have those days Norah. I feel like I’m in a slump myself these days. 🙂
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We’ll just have to pull ourselves up and out, Debby. The GDPR hasn’t helped!
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Not! 🙂 Lol
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❤
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Norah, you always combine an interesting story with your flash fiction. I so enjoy that. Learning about you country’s crane and great flash about craning a neck to see is just one of many. Thank you!
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Jennie, I really appreciate your supportive comment. I’m pleased you enjoy the posts. Thank you. 🙂
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You are welcome, Norah! 😀
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Too realistic fiction! Well done, Buddy, well done. And look at all you learned in all this, though you left the birds out of it in the end.
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Yep. My fiction probably was just as much fact as fiction, in so many ways. I almost missed out on joining in as it was. 🙂 The birds flew away and left me stranded, sadly.
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I do love the unique take, venturing where others did not. Nice!
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That’s me – always finding a quiet corner to hang out in. 🙂 Thanks for your lovely comment.
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Like you, I am much more familiar with the towering construction cranes that appear everywhere. I expected that you would write something about one of those, so you gave me a surprise.
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I’m pleased I surprised you, Steven. I hope it was in a good way. The cherry picker is a baby crane. 🙂
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That kind of reads like a dream I had last night – that feeling of panic and rush and being too late….. for what? Fabulous use of the prompt Norah – you are becoming very good at this!!
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Thank you for your kind words, Pauline. I don’t like those panic-inducing dreams, though this story was meant to be a waking nightmare, not a dream.
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This is a really good idea for the prompt, Norah. I wish I had thought of it.
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What a lovely compliment, Robbie. Thank you. 🙂
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