This one is purely nostalgic. When I was in high school, my aquatic ecology teacher had a special interest in the sandhill crane. He would bring it up often, and in many contexts. My dear friend, Shannon, finally reached a breaking point on a field trip to the Mississippi Gulf coast, and every time that she saw any bird, she would exclaim, "Look! It's a sandhill crane!" Our teacher was about ready to throttle her by the end of the weekend. So, every time I pass these signs for the refuge, I laugh because I can still hear her saying it over and over.
I know that I have continued to ignore this blog, but things are going to get better. Soon.
I have sandhill cranes in my yard much of the year. They are everywhere down here, seriously!! It is my payback for being such a smart ass!! The damn things will stand out in traffic and not move, causing traffic to come to a standstill until they decide they are bored with the game, and move on. They are really pretty and their babies are adorable. A family of cranes walked up to me and ate birdseed out of a cup that I was holding. Thanks for another great memory!! Miss you!
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