A fine fowl day

An almost oxymoronic double entendre... 

After inquiring several times at the Nature Center, "Where are the cranes?" After cycling twice this week, twice last week to the ABQ Open Space, after searching downstream and waiting on my beach (one sq. yard of sand) for hours on end, after being denied during all of those searches, I finally came upon where the sandhill cranes have been hiding...my tree which I had neglected to visit for the past month or more.  

Maybe the cranes have been wondering where I've been and waiting for my return?!