Unexpected Visitors
I can still remember the first time I witnessed a flight of sandhill cranes cruising high over my place in east-central South Dakota in fall. I first heard their “cronking” chatter and thought, those are odd-sounding geese. When I was finally able to locate their high-flying formation, I thought, those are some messy looking patterns. Other than feeling grateful that I had been able to experience such a sight and its accompanying sounds, I went about my life, until the following spring, when a friend and I were hiking to a good fishing slough to load up on pike for the freezer. About halfway to the slough, we heard faint honking and looked up to see drift after drift of snow and blue geese churning northward. My friend commented on…