Gratitude and Grace

At South Beach (my name for it), south of Avenida Cesar Chavez Bridge, 2:30 in the afternoon.  I came upon a community of sandhill cranes. They stood on a sandy island in the center of the Rio Grande; I sat on the the sandy river bank just south.

They: a flock of fifty and more, standing when I first arrived.  Me: playing my recorder, hoping to soothe....soon they settled down and sat to listen, as did I. 

How I love the ancient, gruff, gravelly, guttural call of the cranes.

I had planned to write a bit regarding the practice of Vows, which I did write about in my book/daily journal, but I have decided enough text for now.  Those words will live to see another day.

~ Goose, Goose, Crane...a new take on an old children's game (Duck, Duck, Geese).
~ The scope of the estuary, river, flyway.

Thank you ever so much for sharing your stars and hearts with me for my perspective on trees xx Thank you...Kd, johnparke, laurie54, SueSouth, Martinski, Loisbiz, V1K1, Menoleica, Lesmark, Beedey, AngelsShare, Helpix, Jeano, KeenKen, esuiol, Mydaytoday, CALIFORNIAGIRL, Serious Frolic, carolinav, haugorama, simisue, and more.