Somebody in the next town just posted this on FB
I can believe it. Sandhill Cranes are very tame.
This is a picture of a Sandhill crane that we called Lobo.
My father found him while fishing in the Savannahs in the 1950's. He was young and his leg was broken.
Daddy brought him home, splinted his leg and let him loose in our backyard in White City.
He stayed around and when he got old enough we took him back to the Savannahs, but always ended up finding his way back to our house.
He was very friendly and would let you pet him, but he did like to peck at rings and anything shinny you might be wearing.
One day he flew away and didn't come back. He had flown into some lady's yard in Ft. Pierce and scared the daylights out of her so she called the police.
He was so tame he got into the police car and they took him to the police station to "book" him.
They called the news tribune and Art Kelly the photographer came to take his picture. Kelly was my cousin and he knew right away this was Lobo so we were called to take him home.
