Turn up your Volume.

Each spring we see the cranes flying overhead as they go north to their nesting grounds. Its the call that you hear first. So clear.

This is the first year we caught them heading south. Turn up your volumes and listen.

I expect to hear this song as they move south for another week or so. Once you know it, you can't miss that heart breaking fluid song.

Fly on Sir Crane, fly on, till the waters are clear of ice and the weather is warmer. I'll be watching for you next year.

Updated:

Drat it all. The birds are too small to see, but they are there, a tiny line of departing crane, just over the tip of the spruce. Its a bird, its not a bug....