RobArt Penguin

My father taught me the love for birds. He had the field books and showed me how to identify them. Wherever we traveled we made sure we noted the local species that we identified. My sisters and I have inherited this interest in birds. Often when we get together we talk about the ones we seen, and often we trade pictures. Sometimes in the Spring I make a list of the different species I’ve observed in my backyard. My record was 30 different kind of birds (not in one day). It’s a good reminder of the wonder and diversity of nature even in an urban setting. I don’t feel it’s truly Spring or Fall until I have observed the Sandhill Cranes migrating above me in the sky. It’s a reminder of the consistent cycles of nature, and of things older and bigger than day to day worries. I’ve seen the Cranes already this Fall, so now Winter can come … sorry.