Every year, I make my winter trek down to Willcox or the Whitewater Draw and say good-bye to the Sandhill Cranes and Chestnut-collared Longspurs. For some, this experience is comparable to a holiday or birthday celebration.
It's also my way of saying good-bye to winter. It's hard to let go of the colder days knowing that those unbearable hotter ones are only a few months away. I now can sense when the migration is beginning to move. I can't explain it. I can't plan it. I just know.
|I leave my car and listen carefully to the wind and focus on longspur titters in the grass|
So I moved quickly on my day off to see the cranes one last time. When I arrived, they swirled high above me. Then......
......they began their descent all around me. Again, I can feel their patterns. I can't plan it. I just know the moment when they are going to do it.
I am in sync with certain species while with others, I still have a long ways to go.
Their departure marks the end of winter and the beginning of our spring migration. I am excited about what's to come, but I will miss these cold and windy days. These are the days when I can play outside all day long and just enjoy the weather.
As we finish up with the AZ winter series over the next couple weeks, we'll begin a new chapter of exploration. Stay tuned for more.....