I used to wonder why there was so much crane garden art. I always thought it was because cranes are tall and so a crane made of metal or resin or concrete would stand out among the flowers where something like, say, a diminutive sparrow wouldn't. Of course, cranes are also beautiful--I mean, who wouldn't like to have such long, thin legs?--and people want to add beautiful things to their gardens, so voila, they buy cranes.
Seeing this sandhill grazing in a meadow near Herbster, Wisconsin, made me wish a crane would visit my garden. I've had everything from hummingbirds to wild turkeys there, but so far never a crane. What a delight it would be to see that lithe, elegant body slipping through the lilies. Cranes are migrating now. And I'm wishing I could see that particular piece of garden art waiting some morning when I go out to water.
Poem of the Week, by Kaylin Haught
8 years ago
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