Monday, August 28, 2006
I was sitting here just being quiet and still and then I heard them. The Sandhill Cranes, as I ran out to look, I saw them, a large flock, gathering and circling over the house. They do that just before they form up in the large flying v formations and head south. There they were calling to each other and to me. It's time, they are saying, it's time. Time to fly south. I wish, oh how I wish sometimes that I too, could just head on down the flyways ahead of the coming chill of winter. It's coming... It's coming they are crying...The hawk of winter. All my life, the fall season has drawn out my wonder lust. The urge to go, to follow the wild goose.