A pair of sandhill cranes arrive for breakfast every morning, slowly striding across the green sweep of ground where we’ve fed the sheep flock the day before. They appear in the early dawn, and I step out the back door to quietly call out my wishes for a good morning. The cranes respond with their trilling calls in this most calm time of day. I can’t help but wonder if these are the cranes that I developed the same routine with last year, and the year before … I like to think so. Greeting the morning with old friends is a wonderful way to start the day.