The Sand Hill Cranes are on the move. Flocks of them arrive on our farm (in the evening) then lift wings and fly away come morning.
They are a joy to me.
Although, I miss the Canada Geese these amazing birds have filled the gap of the Geese’s once home. I understand that the Canada Geese have moved further north and are thick around the Montrose, Colorado area. I wouldn’t know for I haven’t been to Montrose in a very long time.
I do know that Confluence Lake, at Confluence Park, and the Gunnison River running through Delta, Colorado is
(An old photo of winter past!)
home to a very many Canada Geese.
(A past photo, used for all our enjoyment)
Which is all good.
The cranes come, often times on a cold high desert wind thrumming across our mesa from the Uncompahgre Plateau, and settle down with much chatter and conversation.
During Boomer’s and my nightly walk I slow our walk, so we are careful, careful to not disturb the Cranes of the cows. Boomer walks right by my side…very cautious of Mother cows on the look for predators.
If one is very silent, and even still, a person can hear the rustle, rustle of feathers, a shake or two of a big bird getting comfortable.
Then softly, silently home again. I load the firebox; give Boomie a pat and belly rub.
Pet each sleeping cat, then crawl back into a nice warm bed.
All is right with the world.
From my heart to your world.