There wasn’t much activity out on the bog last evening; the waterfowl were all tucked in on the far side. Until the Bald Eagles arrived, that is. Up one side and down the other those two went, screaming all the way! Before long there were ducks everywhere! Then the Sandhill Cranes flew over; their sweet, chirpy squeaks filling the air. A kingfisher called out across the way, probably bragging about the dinner he just caught, and just for good measure, my one-legged Song Sparrow pal came over and serenaded me. Just like that, what started out as kind of a dud turned into a pretty great day!