Yesterday we were battered by heavy thunderstorms in the late afternoon. Durng a lulll, Ann went out to pick some daffodils (early bloomers) that would be damaged by the hail we were expecting.
She called me outside. A flock of about 200 sandhill cranes were milling about over our home as the winds rose and the thunder boomed closer. They seemed to be confused and without leadership. I hope they found a place to land soon because the weather became dangerous soon thereafter.