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Morning Frost

The frost arrived before the light did.  Some flowers had already given up, but dandelions were still open, still holding their color. The cold didn't flatten these flowers. It just slowed everything down around them.

Notes to Self. More on Sandhill Cranes

I am currently in the midst of a "crane phase" and continue to explore an interesting field that a pair of Sandhill Cranes has claimed as their territory.

Tomorrow we’re expecting snow and rain.

Sandhill cranes will not hide in thick bushes or under the trees during rain or snow. Because they rely on their eyesight to spot predators like coyotes or foxes, they prefer to stay in open wetlands or shallow ponds.

Even in snow, they typically spend the night standing in shallow water facing into the wind to keep their feathers smooth and tucking their heads into their back feathers to conserve heat.

Generally, life is good.

Notes to Self. Beyond the Blackbird Pond

Leaving behind the pond with the curious name "Blackbird Pond", I went to explore this area further and soon the trail lead me to a small winding river where to my surprise I saw a pair of Sandhill Cranes.

Watching them, I got the sense that this wasn't a chance encounter; they moved with the quiet confidence of owners surveying their own territory. 

Now, I can’t help but wonder if they’ll remain as the seasons shift—whether they will still claim this stretch of water once the summer heat takes hold and the river begins to run thin.

Generally, life is good.