Brendan and I were framing end walls for a makeshift woodshed when we heard them. At first I thought the sounds came from pigeons in the eaves. Then I imagined pigeons on steroids or LSD. Brendan looked up and said, “Oh, my god!” Then I recognized what I was hearing. A flock of 50 or 60 sandhill cranes crossed the clear, blue sky above us. They made a wide circle over the village at about 1,000 feet elevation, then veered southwest toward the afternoon sun.

![gustave_caillebotte_paris_street_rainy_day Gustave Caillebotte. Paris Street, Rainy Day (La Place de l’Europe, temps de pluie). 1877. Oil on canvas. Art Institute of Chicago. [Source: Wikimedia Commons]](http://williscreative.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/gustave_caillebotte_paris_street_rainy_day_1877_wiki-300x229.jpg)

