
Jake and I took a hike up the ridge and I heard something I hadn't heard in a long time, the honk and song of one lone sandhill crane. We normally hear this sound every morning and evening in the spring, summer and fall as the cranes rev up for flight from the pond across the road. We also heard the geese come back last week. I'm sure they're wondering if they're early with all the snow on the ground and temps in the single didgets at night.