“November comes–And November goes–With the last red berries–And the first white snows.”—Elizabeth Coatsworth
Winds from the northwest. Blue skies. Temperatures falling. I see the text from Jeff at work alerting me, and hurry outside. I don’t have to ask “who” is leaving. It’s that time of year. Look up and—Yes! There they are.
Hundreds of sandhill cranes choreograph their way over the house, a tsunami of sound.
Their high-pitched cries, unlike anything else in nature, carry for up to two and a half miles. As they fly their intricate patterns, they become invisible for a moment. I shade my eyes against the sun and then—-there. They turn and are visible again. Headed south. The cranes pirouette in some previously agreed upon rhythm, scatter, then reform their arcs across the blue–blue–blue sky.
I watch until they’re gone.
See you next year.
We’re on the downhill side of November, with the year’s finish line appearing just over the horizon. Last week, Jeff and I unpacked the Christmas lights and decorations, longing for the spirit of the season to buoy our spirits.
The neighbors are doing the same. My 2019 self might have made wisecracks about the resulting mishmash of scarecrows and snowmen; leftover Halloween pumpkins and poinsettias; cornucopias and candy canes. But my 2020 self silently cheers them on as I walk the neighborhood and admire the latest decorations. My yard reflects the same holiday collision.
On the tallgrass prairie, plunging temperatures, random snows, high winds, and then—strange balmy days full of sunshine—have burnished the prairie to metallics.
Glimpses of mixed metals appear in the Illinois bundleflower seedheads scattered along the prairie streams. I love how the sunshine sparks the interior of the seedpods ember-red.
Willoway Brook runs low and cold…
…reflecting the mood of the skies, which capriciously swing from sunshine to clouds to rain to snow and back again, all in the space of 24 hours.
The prairie’s newly-mown edges are ready for spring burns. Bring it on!
Everywhere, as I drive around town, are rising columns of smoke. Stewards lay fire to woodlands and wetlands, mostly, but a few prairies as well. These fires, made by humans but emulating nature’s processes, will ensure healthy, vibrant natural areas for generations to come.
In the evenings, brilliant sunsets, shrouded by smoky skies, tell of the hard work done by prairie stewards.
The sandhill cranes will continue moving through these brilliant skies in the weeks to come. As I hike, I wonder. What will life look like when they return from migration in the spring?
I feel hopeful. Until they return, my prairie hikes and walks outdoors will help keep me feeling that way.
Elizabeth Coatsworth (1893-1986) was a prolific author and a Newberry award winner (1931) for The Cat Who Went to Heaven. Her husband, Henry Beston, was author of The Outermost House, and her daughter, Kate Barnes, was the first poet laureate of Maine. She lived in Maine and Massachusetts.
All photos copyright Cindy Crosby and taken at the Schulenberg Prairie, The Morton Arboretum, Lisle, IL, unless tagged otherwise (to to bottom): November skies; sandhill cranes (Antigone canadensis), author’s prairie, Glen Ellyn, IL; sandhill cranes (Antigone canadensis), author’s prairie, Glen Ellyn, IL; rose hips (Rosa carolina); wild grapevine (Vitas spp.); Indian grass (Sorghastrum nutans); little bluestem (Schizachyrium scoparium); side-oats grama (Bouteloua curtipendula); late figwort (Scrophularia marilandica); wild blackberry (Rubus allegheniensis); Illinois bundleflower (Desmanthus illinoensis) reflections in Willoway Brook; November skies on the edge of the prairie; mown prairie in November; prescribed fire (2014); November sunset, author’s prairie, Glen Ellyn, IL; Indian grass (Sorghastrum nutans); hiking the prairie in November.
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Sandhill cranes! There were over 16,000 in the staging area at Jasper-Pulaski Fish & Wildlife Area, south of Valparaiso. Indiana, last week – maybe that’s where they were headed! The hour or so before sunset, thousands upon thousands fly in from all directions, from the cornfields where they have been feeding throughout the day. They land in a meadow (in front of the observation stand) and noisily chat each other up and “dance”. As the darkness deepens, small groups alight to fly to the wetlands just beyond where they can sleep safe from predators. Before dawn, the ritual repeats until it’s time to leave. A miracle. (IDNR web page with migration count per week: https://www.in.gov/dnr/fishwild/3109.htm )
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So many cranes! It’s an amazing place, and I am grateful to have experienced this there. Thanks for bringing it to the attention of the Tuesdays in the Tallgrass readers, Paula! Happy crane watching, and so grateful that you took time to read and to comment. — Cindy 🙂
I have been working hard making a list of gratefulness. I will need to add Cindy’s blog to my list along with a hopeful adventure with grandchildren.
Sandhills cranes are worth the stiff neck.
Mary Joan M
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Mary Joan, what a joy it is to know you! I agree — very much worth the stiff neck. 🙂 Happy Thanksgiving weekend to you, and thank you for reading and taking a moment to write. — Cindy 🙂
Always exciting to click on this Cindy ! Thanks. Happy THANKSGIVING
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Mike, you are so kind to read and drop me a note — I’m so grateful for your continued encouragement. Happy Thanksgiving weekend to you! Cindy 🙂
Love this, Cindy, every word and image. You are such a beautiful writer and photographer. You have a poet’s eye and a poet’s heart. Hope you had a lovely Thanksgiving! xo
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Thank you, Amy — you are always such a joy! Grateful for your kind words, and that you read and took time to comment. Happy Thanksgiving to you and enjoy the holiday weekend! — Cindy 🙂