24 October 2006. Gray sandhill cranes--silhouetted against the dun-colored fields. Stands of water--rice, wheat, barley--stubble of late fall, waiting for the winter rains. An impromptu dance--two of them, alight on long spindly legs. Furrows and ponds. Blackbirds as well--by the hundred, lined up into the wind on empty miles of wire. Even the name is vacant: Ten Mile Road, one straight man-made line, hard by the Mokolumne...
Georgiana Slough...
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