If you could hear this blog post instead of see it, your experience would be much different.
Rather if you could just be there with your eyes closed and hear the crazy sounds of the Creeky Door Cranes. That is what I would name them if it were me. You can hear them with out seeing them. It seems as if the birds could be miles away and the faint sound of creeking noises. It's an eerie sound actually. But beautiful at the same time.
Ok, so you can hear a little bit of what they sound like.
Yes, the sky really is that blue.
Really rather majestic creatures. The way they land. Their communication with each other. One sets off a cue, the others look around and decide if they should act. There definitely seems to be a leader in each pack of birds. They come and they go.
Winter in our neighborhood means that the Sandhill Cranes are here again. They love to stop over and feed at Anderson fields.
There has been a lot of effort put into keeping them here. A lot.
The fields are tended to and grown and kept in a widely water unwise way to keep the birds migrating through Anderson Fields.
|And they are off again.... Can you hear them coming your way?|