On Saturday, June 10, 2006, just before I went to my sacred place, I dropped into the charming ville on I-94, known as Steele, North Dakota. This is the home of the World's Largest Sandhill Crane.
I think, in the interest of accuracy (as a magazine editor, I'm a member of the elite liberal media) we should add the word "Manufactured", or even "Steel" to that description, since this is not a wild, free-flying sandhill crane of gargantuan proportions. Rather it is a human-made structure that draws tourists off the highway much as certain things draw flies.
The Steele crane is not ugly, but it is ginormous. I spent a few moments communing with it, snapped a few digital images, and went along my way, satisfied to have added this species, in person, to my life list of Giant Things.