Home is a shelter from storms - all sorts of storms.
William J. Bennett
On a rainy afternoon in March we sat on a muddy road, in the rain...
and were amazed at the sight of thousands of Sandhill cranes, headed home.
There is such beauty in their music...and the mystery of how they know when..and where to go ...is incredible! We've made this a yearly migration of our own...this trip to see the cranes.....but this day, this unplanned detour on a Monday in early March....was a reward in itself. We sat undistrubed, unhurried...in the rain and the mud, watching, wondering...and planning another journey back....soon!