The Sandhill cranes' spring flyway necks down through Nebraska between about 100 miles of river. We drove by this stretch yesterday and stopped at the Rowe Sanctuary, a place that Melinda designed and had built with straw bales.
Some romanticists say the birds have a call like, "Curlew, curlew."
I think it sounds more like, "Gak, gak."
Today we are heading to the middle of Iowa, where Auntie turns 91 on the 19th. A palindrome of numbers. We are sure to have beef, corn, potatoes, gravy and birthday cake. :D
If the plains wolf winds huff and puff, will the straw house blow down? And there is more of a trill in the crane call...like gak-ak-ak-ak.
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