Confessions of a Grandma

I was sitting outside and reading when I happened to look up and notice that visitors had come to call. These two wandered right up close and did not seem at all disturbed when I got up to get the camera.  They can have all the insects, creepy crawlies, and grub-like things they want. Is anyone working on genetically engineering ants to eat garden weeds?  That would be a useful thing, I think.

We are now thinking that this single sand hill crane is the youngster of the pair we see around the park.  We think the day we heard the broken-hearted crying was the day Papa and Mama invited him to strike out on his own. Doesn't he look like he is lonely as he heads our way? Maybe we need to do some lawn work.  It appears that there are plenty of grubs available for his lunch.  I got a little worried that he would mistake my little toe for grub and peck on me. He didn't...although he did eye Mike's plump little curly toes for a second or two.

Twitterpated.  That's what they are.  It is that time of year and the pair of Sandhill Cranes that frequent our lawn in search of grubs in the sand have caught the fever. Actually, early last week we saw just one crane.  It was bleating and walking around looking exactly like it was looking for its mate.  We were afraid something may have happened to one of them, but then the pair was back on Sunday.  Well, we are believing that it is the same pair.  Whatever...they were obviously a pair and in the mood. We got to watch the male do his courting dance right there on the lawn.  I mean, he was all that and  a bag of peanuts.  M'lady pretended to be unimpressed, but I noticed that they did leave together.

These three sandhill cranes took a stroll through the neighborhood. They stopped to inspect our front lawn. Then they rounded the corner, and kept right on walking down the street.