While walking on the back of the farm near one of our ponds, I spied something odd about a certain dead tree that stand in a marshy section. What was that black blob of fur? When the fur shifted and exposed ringed eyes, I knew that a coon was taking a snooze in a safe location. S/he glanced at me and snuggled back into postion while I wandered over to search for sign of spring wildflowers and listened to the sandhill cranes wheeling overhead....a very mystical sound coming from a great gray bird.