Outside alone in the early morning I heard the sandhill cranes calling for the first time since being back. I also noticed two flickers had taken up residence on the west end of the roof and I think I heard owls as they finish their night of hunting… just the first flush of settling in on my own. Yesterday I saw mourning doves in Harlo and instantly knew what they were. Was it because I was there to pay last respects to a
local cowboy? The birds traverse my consciousness here in Montana.
