Today at 1 pm, I heard a faint bird call. Raven? No! I searched the southern sky and found my First Of Season SANDHILL CRANES, joyously winging their way north. They were in a tidy V but that soon dissolved as several swapped places simultaneously. As the bugling black dots flew high overhead in happy disarray, I counted 36. I’m so glad they are not quiet flyers!
As they faded from sight, a Milbert's Tortoiseshell butterfly flitted past, a bumblebee zoomed purposefully along at high speed, and a mosquito checked my blood type.
Seward Sporadic Bird Report Reporter