In the fall in the San Luis Valley, everything is in motion. The kids migrate back to school. The workers migrate to the potato and carrot fields. Trucks migrate the cattle back to the lower pastures. The elk and deer migrate to the valley floor from the high mountains. People in camo migrate to the foothills to shoot some meat. Some birds migrate away, heading south, and some birds stop their migration here as their winter destination. Some birds hang around to see if the river freezes, and if it doesn’t, they’ll spend the winter. Most important to tourism is the migration of the Sandhill Cranes.

You’d think they are the only birds that matter, but I love them, too. They are an ancient species that found a way not to migrate into extinction, even after thousands and thousands of years. I wish I could read their minds.

All this motion stimulated by the sun’s apparent migration south.

It’s one of the loveliest and most profound poems I know.

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    • They are enormous — 3-4 feet tall? Wingspan of 5 feet. “My” sandhill cranes migrate here from Yellowstone on their way to their winter home in New Mexico, but many other groups go further north — Alaska and Canada. They eat grain mostly, but they are omnivores. They are gleaning the fields, right now. πŸ™‚ You should come here in March when they are in the middle of their migration north and my town has a festival.

  1. We used to see wheeling Vs of geese flying south, but recently, we haven’t seen them virtually at all. It’s not like we are out of geese — there are lots of Canada geese everywhere, but I think they do not migrate as they used to. I am not sure why.

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