tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7189165.post3915520046486758855..comments2024-03-28T19:59:32.409-07:00Comments on Eat The Blog: Must be March in NebraskaGoodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17383404429461423998noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7189165.post-66315158879289221912015-03-22T20:34:55.880-07:002015-03-22T20:34:55.880-07:00@Sue
No snakes? Goodness, what do your outdoor cat...@Sue<br />No snakes? Goodness, what do your outdoor cats eat when they tire of mice? We used to watch the farm cats bite the head off a snake, and then slurp it up like a noodle. We'd find decapitated snakes all over the lawn each spring. <br /><br />@Beth Waltz<br />Yep, that sounds consistent with what we've seen.I wasn't aware of the migration that far East (please don't tell Danny or he'll want to go next year). The best crane viewing yesterday was in the middle of some farmer's un-ploughed field that wasn't on any tour maps. <br /><br />We lived for years beside a restored wetland (oh, the mosquitoes were horrible), and would routinely come home to find plovers, egrets, and the like frolicking in the gravel drive. And of course, the snow geese settling in each evening during migration. Sometimes we'd see birders wading out into the marsh and think we should just invite them to sit on the porch, and take it all in from a comfortable spot. I think that was where Danny developed the birding fascination just from being in the path of everything from trumpeter swans to pelicans. <br /><br />@Curtise<br /><br />I'd hate to falsely accuse anyone, but I'd bet $100.00 it was that kid with the neck tattoo. Goodyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17383404429461423998noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7189165.post-55880699190365616412015-03-22T15:55:43.781-07:002015-03-22T15:55:43.781-07:00Wow, look at that, an amazing sight. But as fantas...Wow, look at that, an amazing sight. But as fantastic as the cranes and snakes may be, it's that inspired comma that has me laughing! xxxCurtisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10362184504889147455noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7189165.post-71687479228618394202015-03-22T04:26:41.738-07:002015-03-22T04:26:41.738-07:00Once upon a time...friends and I made the pilgrima...Once upon a time...friends and I made the pilgrimage to the Hoosier Crane Refuge. Using binoculars, we viewed a number of feathered lumps in a field from a platform and read the script boards. Then we paused at a diner (a REAL diner) for coffee and homemade apple pie.<br /><br />"So how's business?" A sweet man among us, a world traveler and exceedingly successful business man, gently investigated the state of things at the diner. He offered the obviously frazzled owner suggestions. She gratefully offered us directions to...a farmstead down the road, where there were sandhill cranes lounging in the barnyard beside two very bored horses, cranes strolling in the front yard barely avoiding the farmer in a feed cap riding his roaring lawn mower, and cranes noshing in the flower beds alongside porch steps on which an ancient dog was dozing. <br /><br />Methinks there's always a backstage area the tourists don't get to see!Beth Waltzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02720634636307254576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7189165.post-39965216641941911922015-03-22T02:05:31.841-07:002015-03-22T02:05:31.841-07:00I was enjoying reading and looking at the pics on ...I was enjoying reading and looking at the pics on the cranes and then you mentioned SNAKES!!! We don't get snakes in NZ, thankfully, not sure I could cope with the slithering things. Beautiful day out, how blue was the sky.Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09315638690434873691noreply@blogger.com