Here I sit, surrounded by wildflowers, it’s one of the prettier of my hiding places.
Much nicer ambiance here. Yesterday morning was a spot in the woods. It was pretty too, but hard to see the field.
Hiding is an art, I have to be perfectly still, but comfortable enough that my legs don’t fall asleep, because when the time is right there is no time to wait for the feeling to return. I can’t jump and yell when a Garter Snake drops by to visit, nor when the biggest freaking spider EVER crawls down my arm. Bug jackets are a wonderful thing.
Brooke is on the other side of this field, somewhere.
We are hunkered down waiting to catch our Lois’ Pond twins.
About a half hour ago one of the adult Sandhills came into the field, but it came alone. It’s fascinating to watch a crane so close and it not know I am here. We are hoping the whole family comes through soon. Really soon, my legs are getting tingly again. Time to oh-so-slowly shift around again.
Wish us luck!