Sandhill Cranes

I am not overly fond of the area we live in. It is over-populated, over-developed, traffic is a nightmare, the builders have a grudge against trees, and it doesn't snow here.

With that said, there are a few things I really do enjoy about where our home is. There is a small airport about 8 miles from here & Henry loves pointing out every bi-plane that flies overhead. Our neighborhood is quiet, tree friendly, we have a great big yard, and our neighbors are generous & nice. We are near Lake Allatoona & on mornings when geese fly by I take it as a sign that a good day is ahead of me.

And one of my very favorite things about living exactly in the spot that we live is that we are in the path of migrating Sandhill Cranes. We can hear them coming & usually run outside to see how many are coming (or going, depending on the season). Yesterday they were directly over our house for around 20 minutes. The sunlight was reflecting off their wings so that they appeared a brilliant silver. It was a beautiful thing to watch. Nothing like nature to make you feel blessed.

On a side note, a tidbit from a phone conversation with my sister this morning:

She: "Whatchya doing?"

Me: "Cutting fabric. What are you doing?"

She: "Laying on fabric."

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