Every morning my dog, Bodhi, and I walk to the road to get the daily newspaper. Along the way, we pause to take in the sights and sounds of the seasons.
In the winter, we are visited by bald eagles. This past winter we were able to see as many as 8 at a time perched up high in the trees along the creek. As March ends, however, their internal clock tells them to move on.
As April begins, the sounds change. Instead of the occasional cold, howling wind, the honks of Canadian geese can be heard as pairs fly low overhead. Their wings beat the air as one goose honks loudly and the other replies quietly. This song continues as they cross the land. Sometimes they land near the creek and pose for photos. Unfortunately, they always do this when my camera is in the house!
Twice this year I heard the primordial sounds of the sandhill cranes through the early morning fog. It is difficult to describe their song but since the first time I heard it, I have never forgotten it. Cranes travel in pairs. Standing almost 4 feet tall, they love the open spaces where they can spot any trouble.
This morning, as I was changing sheets on a bed in the barn, I heard a rhythmic tapping up on the rear deck. Struck by curiosity, I quietly opened the door and stepped outside. Up on the railing was a Northern Flicker. The large, brown woodpecker gave me a quick look and flew away. I felt somewhat bad that I had interrupted his romantic overture.
Mallards, magpies, crows, swallows, finches, blue birds, pheasants, robins and red tail hawks add to the avian chorus this time of year. I am not a serious birder, but I sure do enjoy the sounds and sights of those who fly.
When you visit the 1915 Barn, take a stroll through the fields or along the creek. Watch and listen. Enjoy Big Sky country and the avian chorus.