Thursday, March 09, 2006

I am invisible.

Yesterday, driving home, I happened to spot 5 Sandhill Cranes hanging around a field near the highway. They are so freakin' cool...they are exactly the color of the brown, crappy ground, and look mostly like a bunch of sticks and other crud stuck together. In the morning, at Pickerel Lake, when the sun was just coming up over the horizon, you'd sometimes hear them calling out in the dawn.

Haunting, bizarre, wonderful.

As a side note, the first time we came to Michigan, A and I saw some in a field and thought they were escaped farm emus. Then we drove through Ypsi and kept seeing signs for EMU...I actually thought there was some sort of emu industry that I didn't know about.