Signs of Spring (2)

Sandhill cranes (Wikipedia)

While I was shoveling snow this morning — two flocks of sandhill cranes calling and shimmering in a clear blue sky.



And I don't know if this is springlike or not, but on the 17th a scorpion stung me in the hand — when I was in bed, which felt like a real violation.



The last time that happened was in 1986, I think, but I was in Cañon City, which is an outlier of the Chihuahuan Desert anyway.



It seems like I saw one in this foothills house one other time, but I can't remember when.



These little tan scorpions are not too bad — it's a hit like a wasp sting that is just a memory a couple of hours later. But M. says that venomous desert critters have it in for me.