Silver: “Hey, Paparazzo! What does it take for a kitty to get some shut-eye around here?”
Neither hither nor thither
Over hill nor dale had he come
To be found lying face down
In a state of perpetual dither
Scooped up into the nether
He was lost
But on the fourth day
He fell back to earth
Dropped by the ether
Under the influence
Of a blue moon
So bright
What’s one to do?
Other than continue the saga
Of Scoopy on a frozen beach
Waiting a spring thaw
Glenda
Glenda, again
Off Center & Not Even 
The pics of the cranes somehow remind me that it won’t be long until they are all gone until next October. Several years ago I was at the Botanical Garden in early March when a huge flock (?) of very noisy cranes flew over. I don’t know where these had spent their winter, but they were in a hurry to get to the big meetup at the next spot. 🙂