There is a bit of definition in the clouds today, the sun’s location visible by it’s searing light through a thinner layer of clouds. It is a relief after two days of a gray dome. Regardless, there were pleasures. A pair of sandhill cranes foraged in the neighboring field close enough to see without field glasses. Their sinuous necks and slender delicate legs hold nearly egg shaped bodies colored a rich red brown with accent colors of white, black and red around the head confirming their royal strut. But when the cranes faced east, the wind picked up the feathers on their backs giving them a punkish spike.