Not only are Northerners migrating South this time of year, so are Sandhill Cranes.

While jogging yesterday, thousands of cranes flew overhead in individual flocks of up to one hundred. They layover for a few weeks in a preserve about 70 miles north of me. Then, when the wind is a brisk "norther", they somehow know to gather together and take off.

They fly high--difficult to see, but amazingly, quite noisy. They frequently abandon their V formation, circling around randomly, as if they're trying to decide who's going to be the leader. They really shriek at one another during those times. Then, away they go. It's quite a spectacle.

I picked up 6 aluminum cans on my 3 mile jog down the road (and 3 back). All beer, of course. Added to my roadside collection, I'll take them to recycling.

My neighbor Ken says to me the other day, "We're starting to recycle." FINALLY! What a goober. He's always simply had the trash truck guys pick up two sacks of "garbage" each week. I don't pay for this service because I recycle everything, including composting. About once a year, I have a one small bag of non-recyclables to toss in a dumpster at the recycling barn.

At Aldi's Monday, I bought a $6.19 slab of ribs with a $4 off sticker affixed to the package (Sell date expired today). I barbecued those baby backs last night. I can get about 5 meals out of that $2.19 slab. With home grown Delicata squash and broccoli, plus a salad and fruit, I feasted like a king.

Lastly, speaking of migrating, we got my father moved into his "new" old house (He bought it back after he sold it in 1981). The move was only one block away. Having much of the same old furniture, he tried his best to put them in the same places as Mom had them. Nothing like good memories. He's as happy as a clam, despite living there without her.

That's all--I'm finished rambling.