So as this place dies so fast if there is nothing to talk about.
I was out back of my house today talking with one of the Sand Hill Cranes that visit all the time (and btw, they have a new baby so say congrats) Anyway... we have had some odd winds from out of the east this afternoon. So, right in the middle of our conversation, a huge gust of wind plowed through. The crane that I was talking to nearly fell over... and then said to me, "darn, that was like one of those stupid bucket things they sell at the parks popping wind at yah... I hate it when they hit you with one of those" I said, "yeah, that is obnoxious" and he replied, "Can you imagine if you were hit with ten of those at once? It would certainly kill me!" and I replied, "Well it would certainly shock the poop out of me if I were hit by 10 at once!" Then Mr. Crane told me he had to go tend to the young'un. So I left and returned to the house.
End of my story. Have a nice day!