Journaling Wisconsin: Sandhill Cranes

Elegant, lengthy, lovely legstrailing in March breeze;outstretched Victorian neckcurved, crooked cleverlystriving for morning sun.Warbling, warbling melody etching news in cluttered sky,“Sandhills Cranes with scarlet mascara have finally arrived!”If only they would return my gaze when summer swelters in. Whether stepping singly across a wet meadow or filling the sky by the hundreds and thousands, SandhillContinue reading “Journaling Wisconsin: Sandhill Cranes”