Missing the Winged Ones
April 13th, 2014
Spring like all the seasons has special meaning to all of us. It’s a time of intent. New beginnings, rebirths and regeneration. The initiation of a new cycle. And it too, has it’s smells and sounds. One event in particular defines spring for me. Like they have for centuries, the majestic Sandhill and Whooping cranes, […]