Richard took off with all ten crane-kids this morning, gleefully thinking, "Goodbye Alabama, hello GEORGIA!" Flying with crosswinds, they began to lose what ground speed they had and the birds reluctantly followed. "When we were about 20 miles out from our destination, they got a burst of energy, said Richard. "They flew ahead of me and began a descent and could not be caught. Then they turned to the south and I was able to head them off and as I slowly descended they were enticed to once again follow the trike. With a slower rate of descent they were more cooperative but the air got rougher the lower we got. I had to fly faster to stay ahead of the birds. I made wide circles around the new pensite, keeping the birds near the trike to prevent them from wanting to thermal and take off. They landed safely and we're in Georgia!"