This morning, here in the Magical Kingdom of Roseland, Mr. Moon and I were having our breakfast by the pool
when two Sandhill Cranes flew in.
We went from being worried we'd scare them off to realizing that this lady and her fellow were not afraid of us at all. In fact, they walked up the lawn to say hello.
The male is studying Mr. Moon closely.
It was so magical. They dined on bits of seeds and bugs from the grass and then I watched the female catch and eat a lizard. But what happened next stole my heart. The male caught a snake and he shook it and pecked it and broke it into pieces with that fierce beak of his and then he gave the female the biggest part of it.
Sandhill Cranes, not unlike chickens, tidbit.
I can not imagine being happier or more enchanted and charmed than I am this very moment. And now I know exactly what it looks like when the breeze ruffles the gray-brown feathers of the Sandhill Crane from a foot away.
This is heaven.