Interesting topic.  Thank you, Saundra.

Our coldest day of birding was on March 14, 1997.  Fran and I had
decided to take a long weekend at the end of a dreary and
everlasting winter to head out to the Platte River in Nebraska to
see the Sandhill Cranes.  The second morning of our stay we awoke to
temperatures of -30 degrees F with a steady wind of about 25-35 mph.
I would imagine the wind chill must have been about 50 below zero.
It was certainly the most unrelenting cold we had ever felt!

We had Greater White-fronted Geese in numbers, lots of Ross's Geese,
Harris's Sparrow, Northern Shrike, and, of course, hundreds of
thousands of Sandhill Cranes and one lonely Whooping Crane.  What a
wonderful weekend, despite the Arctic deep freeze!

Norm & Fran

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Norm Saunders
Cambridge & West Ocean City, MD