It took us three attempts before we found them. There was still no guarantee and we had to trust a woman's message on a post. A woman we never met. They migrate this way every spring. Hundreds of flocks of Sandhill Cranes.
Okay...if you are not an avid birder like I am than you won't understand my passion or why I light up when I tell others that hubby and I were lucky enough to see the Aplomado Falcon!
You probably really don't get why my blog's title is migration. Really? Who wants to read about that?
Just stick with me...
Back to the cranes...long-necked, gobblers of corn. At, 9 AM, we arrived at Hart's Basin and there had to have been at least 400 Sandhill Cranes, but probably more. They didn't fly away until 10:45 AM.
They wait patiently for thermals (I am no scientist, but this translates to an upward current of warm air that these birds use to gain height). Two cranes, literally, decided it was time to catch the wave, er, I mean current. Somehow they knew when it was time to fly North again. Time to gain height because they were going to have to fly over a very large flat-top mountain (around 11,000 ft).
They fly in a circular pattern together while chattering their crane speak the whole time and it is a beautiful loud.
But, how do they know when and where to go?
True, after driving the same highway, well, you just know how to go and maybe when the air feels warm it kind of signals them?
But, how do they know it is time to fly? Does God speak to them the way He speaks to us? Or is it just instinct?
That's where I am struggling right now, knowing when God is asking me to fly or stay put. Knowing that it isn't my thoughts or desires, but His. I'm not alone in this, right?
I want to be more confident in hearing His voice, not audibly necessary because I know that doesn't happen a lot. But, He says in His word that His sheep (us) know His voice. Do I? I mean I spend time with the Lord daily and I listen as best I can, but sometimes I wonder if my pride or flesh hear things that aren't really there or from Him.
It just makes you feel like a fool and less confident when you get duped by your own self or the enemy.
As I am attempting this year to say yes to God more, I wonder if my lack of hearing is often fear. An excuse to really just say no. I know if I do get it wrong that I can be forgiven, that God can steer me back to the right path. Thank goodness!
My migration goal: