Spring Sandy

Just before it began to green the Sandhill Cranes made their way through our region.

Somedays you can only hear them flying high out of sigh in a cloudless spring sky. Somedays they are out foraging in wide-open farm fields just outside of town. Yet on this day we found a single crane blending into last years cattails in a shallow marshy area. Despite the lack of green a sure sign that spring was on the way.


In that ever uneasy moment of surrender a Red Squirrel forests to scold us for walking near her tree, the tree where the bird feeder hangs, while I forget to chase her away.

Perhaps our truce will continue into the spring ass who has time to quarrel when the sky is so blue.