The wind was gearing up. The chill in the air was biting the exposed skin. Fast came out the jackets to cover us up. The wind had a strange howling sound echoing in the mountains. The sun was playing hide and seek as the clouds were congregating on the top of the mountains. We were moving on the rough serpentine road to see the black-necked cranes. With the winters ready to leave we kept our fingers crossed for our luck with the cranes in the Phobjikha valley. It was probably the last wintery bite before it dies. No, it was not the precursor of any storm it was the preparation of the hail storm.