The leaden gray skies that have hung over the Salt Lake Valley this winter have begun to get to me. I find myself longing for warmer, longer days frequently and I am simply itching to spend days at a time wandering around the wilderness looking for birds and soaking up the natural wonders I see in on my journeys.
I’m dreaming of seeing Greater Sage-Grouse, Sandhill Cranes and White-tailed Prairie Dogs as spring warms up the sagebrush steppe.
Wanting to feel the cool temperatures at dawn warm up as the sun touches my cheeks at a lek as the birds in front of me perform their yearly mating rituals.
I want to hear the rattling calls of Sandhill Cranes as they fly overhead past the still snow-covered mountains and watch them feed, court and dance near a marsh or farmer’s field.
I want to see the White-tailed Prairie Dogs coming out of their burrows and then standing upright to check out their world. Watch them scurry through the sage and smell its aroma waft through the crisp, clear air.
This dreary winter will soon be over and even though I don’t wish it to go away quite yet I still find myself thinking and dreaming of spring. Especially on days where there will be no visible sun in the morning because of gray clouds hanging overhead. Maybe there will be some sun later today when I can go out and enjoy it. That would be enough to chase this cabin fever away.
Life is good.