I’m from the Get-Down and Show-Me State of Missouri, where seeing is believing,
and believing is colorfully Royal, and royalty tends to turn every Tiger in the tank
into a Chiefly loyal mascot, as if it were a Cardinal rule.
Well, dear down-home folks, crane your necks and take a look at these
Sandhill Cranes, as they flit and soar like a swarm commanded by Moses!
Blessed be…
Photographs by Uncle Tree
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Happy Easter friend ,in Poland today cold like in autumn ,my mind is not happy at all and in last years i do not feel in that way like i was a younger ,maybe is a part of mind or maybe brain damage ? i have so many questions in head but no answers ,You know what i am talking about ,Bless You Keith
Sorry to hear that, Em. 😦 I wish I could muster up a reasonable reply every time I hear the question of “why?” Alas, I am as befuddled as a tree without leaves,
and as soundless as a musical scale without notes.
“Father, forgive us for we know not what we do.”
Friend, soul bro, Em, I wish you a meaningful Easter weekend, and I pray you find redemption in and through the questions that come to your mind,
as surely as they daily come to mine.
God bless you, good man. Peace and luvz sent your way! Sincerely, Keith
Oh, what beautiful birds…
Glad you think so! 🙂 Thank you kindly!
They are so graceful. Gorgeous photos of them and the sunset!
Neat pictures
Thank you, Larry! 🙂 Glad you liked!
You learn something every week from UT. Why do one million SH Cranes come to the party?
Thank you, George! 🙂 I love to educate.
What I imagine is — the party is Nebraska’s version of the pilgrimage to Mecca.
They wine, dine and dance in the gritty sands,
like natives returning to claim the fruits of their heritage.
And, yes, it does look kinda corny.
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