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Sunday, February 20, 2011 - Bosque Birdwatchers RV Park, San Antonio NM

Morning at the Pond, Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge, San Antonio NM, February 18, 2011
Morning at the Pond, Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge, San Antonio NM, February 18, 2011

Territorial display

One often sees Sandhill Cranes jumping and bobbing and fluffing their feathers and generally making a ruckus settling territorial disputes. They can be quite entertaining. The International Crane Foundation offers a nicely illustrated field guide to crane behavior {link} (pdf) that describes the meaning of these displays.

Night camp

Site 10 - Bosque Bird Watcher's RV Park, San Antonio NM

It was the Crickets

Now then: it isn't so much that one way of dying beats another, though that certainly is the case, but rather that when you KNOW the jig could be up any second or any decade -- it's the awareness that's important -- that just might make a difference. I'm like everybody else, I have these moments and then forget, lapsing back into "immortality." But there was a thing that happened in my back yard maybe 18 months before we split from Maryland that hit me as hard as seeing their president drop dead on stage must have hit those graduating seniors.

It was the crickets. I'd gone outside one warm fall evening to shut the garage door and suddenly realized I couldn't hear the crickets! No wait, I could, but only if I turned my head a certain way. Oh God, oh no: I had almost no high-frequency hearing in my right ear, or was it my left? That doesn't matter. The point is, a part of me had shut down permanently. No, it hadn't happened suddenly, but I had finally noticed, and that was hard to take. I'd never again hear crickets like I once had. Never! I walked back to the house in tears. All right, I'm sensitive. But I understood at once what all this meant.

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