While walking through Anderson’s field to the old homestead, two red-tailed hawks scolded us. The message seemed clear that it was a place we did not belong, and yet we continued knowing that from our side we meant no harm. Near the wetland a Sandhill crane fluttered out with her wings at odd angles. She put on a show attempting to lure us away from what must be her nest. When we continued walking, she changed her strategy to follow and patrol. She paced back and forth across the clearing we’d just passed through. Her message was also that we shouldn’t be there. This is part of living with the wild; we all posture and sometimes threaten, we forge ahead or back off, hopefully finding a way to cohabitate.