For some weeks now I've seen Canadian geese in the fields up and down the North Valley. Of course, some are year-round residents, but their numbers and the size of the flocks jumped up markedly since mid-Oct. But today, while working in the yard, I heard the unmistakable trumpeting of the sandhill cranes.
It took me awhile to find them--they were circling low over the bosque to the west, perhaps 50 of them. Its times like these that I feel sorry for the folks living in the Heights with their wonderful views, up close to the foothills. They never hear the singing of the cranes.
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The cranes sound cool, Karl. Makes me think of our adventure to see the nesting blue herons in Seattle! tee hee.
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