As I was out on this crisp fall morning doing my farm chores, I thought I faintly heard a familiar sound. I stopped what I was doing, walked over to a clearing, and gazed up into the heavens and just listened. My heart skipped a beat and I smiled when I realized what it was. I now clearly heard the lovely sound; beautiful music to my ears. As my eyes adjusted to the distance, I saw their graceful form; magnificent symmetry in the sky.
The Sandhill Cranes are back. They have migrated once again from Canada to the Abilene area. Every year large flocks of them come in with the first big cold front. They usually start trickling in a few at a time, around the end of October. Many of them make their winter home around here until mid March, when they begin their long flight back. It's hard to count, but I know that at least 600 of them fly over our house every morning and evening during the winter months. They fly around in small groups all throughout the day and I enjoy that immensely, but I love it best and it's the most spectacular when it coincides with the sunrise and sunset, as they all travel at once. If it's too cold to go outside to watch the show, I can just sit in my living room by the wood burning stove and watch them from my big west windows as they sail off into the sunset. It's a beautiful sight to behold, a joy to my heart, and music to my ears. And it's a time when I think about the awesomeness of God and his creation. Thank you Lord.