At soccer the other night someone said a stork was flying overhead. I am not sure I have ever seen a stork before! I thought I saw a pair of egrets the other day, near Poor Swamp Farm on the Norwottuck Rail Bicycle Trail, but I didn’t notice markings distinctly enough to distingush them from white morphs of the Great Blue Heron. The other option is cranes, but none of them are just white like these two were. Thinking they might be, though, reminds me of watching sand hill cranes dance in Indiana oh-so-many moons ago. Phenomenal.