We are blessed to get flocks of Sandhill Cranes around here, although I still have not figured out what time of the year they gather. My first year, squadrons were circling all winter. Last year, there were not that many and I really missed them. Now, I’m beginning to hear their prehistoric call day and night. This little group flew over me this morning as I stood on the porch feeling the soft March breeze.
I don’t know if they are gathering to fly farther north or if they are coming home to feast on the local cornfields. Whatever, they are beautiful and I’m happy for their presence.