Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. We drove about two hours to see the sandhill crane migration at Scooteney Reservoir near Othello, Wa. We didn’t attend the Sandhill Crane Festival, but stopped for ideas on where to find the cranes– there’s a lot of water in reservoirs near here. The guide sent us to the Scooteney Park where did find about a thousand migrating birds, but they were not sandhill cranes; they were the lovely, but loud snow geese.
Scott, Guthrie, and I enjoyed the view, the geese, the park, and the sun! I was lucky enough to see and snap a photo of a lone snow goose in another area of the park [at top].
On the way down, about ten miles out of town along Banks Lake, we stopped to take this picture of the teal blue lake. We think it’s this color because of the clay that gets stirred up on windy days; you can see the flow of the clay in the photo:
We also saw a bald eagle, a kestrel, a pheasant, many mourning doves, and another type of hawk.
And the full moon gave us a show at Stratford.
And, the clouds formed a crane flying in the sky [excuse the dirty window]
and so today’s poem about the sound of the snow geese:
Poetry
Once Quiet
A cacophony
Sheri Edwards
of voices fill the quiet
lake: bird migration
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