I hear their loud, rattling, bugle calls

filtering down from high in the sky.

The sharp light of the sun blinds me

as I search for a glimpse of them.

Then I see them reeling northward

in large swirling flocks – swoops.

I smile cheerfully watching their seeming

confusion on their springtime journey.

Their calls encourage each other

to pay attention and follow.

This looks like confusion or

joyful play to us down below.

I love the neighboring geese calling and

flying in formation over my house.

But, the wild springtime visitation of

Sand-hill Cranes thrills my soul.

I encourage them on their flyway to

places like Tomahawk,, Wisconsin

where they often visit, replenishing themselves

and perhaps, making their summer plans.