Yesterday Dickson Smith reported on UBird that he saw 4 Sandhill Cranes in northern Utah on his way home from Antelope Island State Park. It seems a bit early for Sandhills but this has truly been an odd winter. There is a single White-faced Ibis at Farmington Bay WMA that has stayed through the winter and there are 5 American Avocets along the cause way to Antelope Island who never migrated south.
Any way, as soon as I read the word “Sandhill Cranes” in Dickson’s report I could hear their bugling calls in my mind. Something about their calls touches me deeply and seeing them dancing does as well. So I went to sleep last night…
Dreaming of Sandhill Cranes.
I thought about the Sandhill Cranes in Utah and Montana this morning after my dream and that made me long for warmer weather (since winter has been such a flop), spotting my first of the season Sandhills flying overhead or dancing in the marshes near the Great Salt Lake and the hope of seeing tiny colts with the adults in the Centennial Valley of Montana.
Last night I only had dreams about Sandhill Cranes but it won’t be long before I will be seeing and hearing them for real. I can barely wait.
Life is good.