I made an executive decision this morning when I got out of bed to head home and leave the Sandhill Cranes alone until the next time. And that decision was partially influenced by the future weather forecast.
The weather guessers are calling for snow on Friday night, and by Sunday, the temps are supposed to be in the low 20s for highs and the single digits at night. And they've expanded the snow forecast from Saturday night till Tuesday morning.
So what that means to me is I need to get home, get all the canned food out of the little Bronco and anything else that will be damaged by freezing, and drain the water pipes because it looks like this will be my last mini-vacation of the season.
It's a bitter-sweet thought for me because it means summer and fall are over, and that's two more seasons behind me that have flown by incredibly fast. But I'm coming into the travel season, and I always look forward to getting out of the cold and snow.
The little Bronco needs to be taken off the truck and put back in its storage area beside my daughter's house until next Summer. I must get my oil changed, and the tires rotated for my winter travels, and that's much simpler to do without the little Bronco in the bed of the truck.
But Colorado weather is weird and difficult to predict. After this cold front blows through, it might be 70° and sunny for a week or more. You never know living around mountains. The weather can be drastically different from one side of the mountain to the other, so you need to be prepared for just about anything.
Talk about flexible. The crane on the left is scratching the top of his head, by turning his head upside down
A small herd of cranes runs across the field a couple hundred yards from me.
A flock of Sandhill Cranes in a farmers field. It was a lot of birds but they were at least a quarter-mile away from me.