Assumptions…

This is a post from two years ago today.  In a million years would any of us have ever imagined ourselves in our current condition of social isolation?  I was going to seek out old photos of sandhill crane colts to publish today, but when this came up in my memories on Facebook it seemed it republishing this one would fit the bill nicely, so here it is again.

I frequently assume I know what’s going to happen next, based on what has happened in the past, and I’m frequently wrong.  But not this time.  When I first noticed that the Sandhill cranes had taken their newly hatched chicks off the lake this morning I wasn’t surprised.  Last year’s family had only spent one full day on the lake before doing the same thing.  I told myself that I wasn’t going to go one block over to look for them, and then I went anyhow.And waiting for them to come ‘home’ at night is a lot like waiting for your teenagers to come home on the weekends.  They show up just as you are starting to panic.  They wander down from the yard across the street, heading for the lake.  It was a lot later than I expected, not until 5:40, and they didn’t seem to dawdle, it was time for Dad to fly over to the nest and clear out all the interlopers.Dad then led the charge to the nest.  Day two for the new family…