Last night, for the first time in nearly eight months we were able to keep the sliding door in our bedroom open about 18″ for much of the night.
So the neighbors started in right away, first the insects chirping away. The frogs showed up a little later and that’s when it started to get raucous. The Greater Sandhill Cranes started trumpeting at 1:00 a.m., then again a little after two. I’m still trying to get you tape on that one because aside from sounding like trumpeting, it definitely sounds prehistoric, which they are, Eocene era. And their calls can be heard for at least a mile. It sounded like they were our on our bedroom deck sharing a local ale.
I finally closed the slider and came downstairs to try to get some sleep. The cranes started up again at 5:00 this morning like they hadn’t been out partying all night. Life in the country is sometimes louder than life in the big city! Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 