I’ve been a bit obsessed with Sandhill Cranes this month. They arrive in Montana early each fall, and hang out in the wheat fields until they decide that the time has come to head south. Watching and listening as the cranes glide in for a landing to join the rest of the flock is the highlight of my day; it becomes one of those perfect moments when time stands still and I’m just totally there.
It’s pretty spectacular when the birds are gliding over my head against a brilliant blue sky,
but when I can catch their silhouettes against the golden light of an autumn sunset, well, that’s when the magic really happens.