First Sign.....

When I was growing up I remember my parents or my grandparents saying I should watch for a robin and that would mean that cold Chicago winter was almost over and spring was soon to arrive. That first robin meant warmer weather! So I would look and try to spot the bird with the red breast.

Driving home from Cedarburg the other day I glanced toward a field....corn remnants accentuated by a little left-over snow. There was a movement and I spotted something I didn't expect to see for a few more weeks.

Sandhill cranes! From now on my first sign of Wisconsin spring will be different....never mind the robin, my eyes are now on the prowl for more pairs of these interesting birds and then the babies to come.

Sandhill equals spring.....yea!