Songs of Autumn

The sky is a busy highway with Sandhill Cranes flying from pond to pond, same with the geese. Seems all of the creatures are scurrying around getting ready for winter.

I took a walk through the meadows now that the biting bugs have all gone.

All that is left is tall grass swaying in the breeze and red-winged blackbirds swarming, swooping, and singing the songs of autumn.

The meadows will be full of cattle once we bring them home from the mountains this week. I love fall time in Wyoming.

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