An exciting adventure looking at the land and the people around me.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Mother Nature has been playing rough with us with bitter cold and of course a layering of snow. The birds are saying it is spring, rising up in flocks and heading for their summer homes.As I stood on the porch this morning watching a tiny dog dart around I was amazed at the symphony being offered to me on a first day of sun after many covered in clouds. A woodpecker kept the beat pummeling out a new home.A cardinal called out in joy to it's mate in a repeated stanza.All the other birds joined in to a lovely chorus telling me all was going to change, hopefully. Here in the Midwest nothing is guaranteed with the weather.In fact it usually is a topic often heard in conversation. Only a week before I was in Grand Island, Nebraska watching Sandhill Cranes all over the countryside. Driving west toward this town you don't see very many until you are almost there, and then you find the fields covered with them. This is the staging area for over eighty percent of the population. They come all month before going to their summer homes.A dance often happens where one jumps high in the air with their wings out. This is to music that has played for centuries for these magnificent birds. The song is carried across the land on a gentle prairie breeze.