One of the best things about our home is the view out over the hayfields and wetlands. With the sun streaming in the windows, I could not stop day dreaming about the coming spring. Today we had a special treat! A pair of Sandhill cranes were browsing in the meadow, feeding side by side.
The birds being maybe 1000′ away, my son grabbed his camera and took off outside. We grabbed the handy Audubon reference to make sure our guess of Sandhill crane was correct, and it was. The binoculars showed a red forehead above the beak, a white cheek, and magnificent height.
Their bedraggled appearance verified they are in migration. Some pass through each year from as far away as Cuba heading to breeding grounds as far north as Siberia and Alaska.
It may seem silly to some to get so excited about birds. They, along with the great blue heron, have been making a strong showing in our area in the last few years, and we have been cheering them on. It is wonderful to see the resilience our Lord has placed in His Creation.
Cranes migrate by following known paths taught them by their parents, or substitutes. The parents mate for life. Migrating birds know when and where to go and when to come. When God created them, He put that information in them.
“Yea, the stork in the heaven knoweth her appointed times; and the turtle and the crane and the swallow observe the time of their coming; but my people know not the judgment of the LORD.” ~Jeremiah 8:7, KJV