Wild Side: Returning sandhill cranes herald spring
On March 27, Carol and I were cleaning up the landing area where logs harvested from our woods had been stockpiled. The ground was frozen and snow still covered the landscape. During a break from running the chainsaw, we were pleased to hear the rattling kkkkar-r-r-o-o-o calls of a pair of sandhill cranes.
They were soaring in circles high in the sky. We thought they might be the advance scouts for the rest of their tribe.