As I promised Evan, We went back to check on his friends, the Sandhill Crane pair that one of them had been injured.
They weren't there, we looked everywhere, all around the lake, all down Grandmas street. Couldnt find them. Evan investigated the swale where we first found them and found some amazingly soft fluffy down from one of them, it was like trying to hold a bit of a summer cloud in your hand. It made him smile, and then laugh as the breeze caught it and he tried to catch the itty bitty cloud.
We talked about how it was good that we weren't seeing a crane alone, because that could mean something sad, remember- they mate for life.
Evan said a small prayer, and as we were leaving the development, I thought I caught a glimpse of a pair walking on the other side of the lake, one not walking as gracefully as the other....
And I am grateful for that, so much.