Now that I am back at work (from home for the next few weeks), I don't have too much to blog about. However, a very magical thing happened to Travalon and me today. It was a frigid day out, and I poked around so that our morning walk was twenty minutes later than usual. When we had turned around to come back home, we heard a flock of birds approaching, and I couldn't tell if it was the tundra swans or the sandhill cranes. Then they flew overhead, and it was about two dozen sandhill cranes. Travalon was bummed that he hadn't brought his good camera, but I'm not sure it would have captured how amazing it was having the cranes fly right over us, calling and calling to each other. If we'd gone out at our usual time, we probably would have missed it. I can't help thinking they are the cranes from the secret pond in Waunakee, fed up with all this cold and ice so they finally decided to head south. Cranes are lazy, just like people, so they'll stick around until they just can't stand it, and apparently today was that point for them.
Here are some recent photos. This is Ma and Pa Hat's nativity scene.
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