Date: 03/19/2005

Number: 1

Temperatures hovered around freezing all day, a milky gray sky weeping snowspits or drizzle depending on its mood. Together we sorted antiquities - treasure or trash - hoarded in an old garage. Many of the objects lifted memories of my husband's childhood. Suddenly the loud vibrating call of a sandhill crane tumbled from the low sky. Headed due north, it swept over at an altitude of only 100 feet like a misty gray ghost. All alone in the wet sky, it's call echoed over and over on the wind like the lonesome sound of a lighthouse. It seemed to send its voice ahead like radar scanning for other cranes.

Marne, MI

Latitude: 43.1 Longitude: -85.8

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