August 1, 2016 EXCERPT from the book Fauna’s Thread by Jamie Vesay.
All three Piels were at Katherine’s Collectibles. Since Fron had become obsessed with repairing vintage devices, he had set up a workbench in the back corner of the store. Katherine and Fauna were standing beside him as he tinkered with a 1960’s record player. After he tightened a last screw, he removed an album from a sleeve, placed it on the platter, and slid the switch to Start.
“All right,” he announced. “Watch and listen.”
Fauna was intrigued as the turntable spun. The arm swung over and the needle touched the record. Music! Her eyes grew in fascination.
“Awesome,” she declared.
Fron explained, “This is how we used to play songs. Back when you could see the music playing.”
Fauna watched as the needle drifted in the grooves of the album, trying hard to read the label in the middle as it spun. She leaned her ear to the attached speaker, bobbed her head, and started to dance.
Fron was proud of his repair. Katherine leaned over to him. “She and I need to go. I have a delivery on our way to dropping her at the sanctuary. I’ll pop over to the auction in Hastings and we’ll swing back around later.”
“Wait,” Fron said. “Let her enjoy the song.”
Fauna danced the length of the store and weaved in and out of the narrow aisles. The floor creaked and a few small items shook on the shelves.
Katherine consented. “It does sound great. I could make space up front. I bet it would sell right away.”
Fron suggested, “Or we could take it home.”
Fauna whirled and waltzed toward the back of the store. As she wound herself down, her momentum caused her to bump into Fron’s workbench. The needle scratched and the music stopped.
“Oops,” Fauna claimed. “Sorry. What’d I do?”
Fron’s eyes widened. He put the player’s arm on the rest.
Katherine warned, “It’s okay, but you have to be careful with this kind of music player.”
Fron kidded, “Don’t you all need to get going?”
COPYRIGHT Fauna’s Thread, Jamie Vesay 2016
Every year in central Nebraska USA, from late February to early April, a spectacle of nature occurs. Earthlings are graced by the presence of four hundred thousand Sandhill cranes, as they pause their migration and stop there on their way north. It is nothing short of magical.
For me, the trip is a retreat. All devices are turned off, and soon the time seems to slow. The vast open sky gifts you an aerial canvas of panoramic clouds, top-ten sunsets and sunrises, and cool, crisp breathable air.
Certainly if you have the slightest interest in birds, do add this trip to your bucket list. You have no excuse for being too far away. People come from other countries to experience this, yet sadly there are many Nebraskans who have never been…
Time between sunrise and sunset is spent traveling along the country roads. Pull over to a safe place away from traffic (stay in your car!) and enjoy them as they gather in cut-corn fields, eating and socializing, and flying from field to field. Watch for the crane dance, when they jump and frolic and call.
If you find a road off the beaten path and less traveled, you might see them hanging out – ON the road. And more dancing!
At sunrise or sunset, be in a crane watch blind on the river. The cranes return to the shallow waters of the Platte River near sunset and roost there over night. They begin a new day by leaving the river at dawn to return to the fields – and the process cycles one more time.
Many of you know, beyond my personal retreat to see the cranes, I have been developing a screenplay that is set in this place during this time. The latest is I am turning it all into a book, since it is so freakin’ visual – and the script format has limited my story-telling. Ironically, upon completion of the book, a few first readers will be filmmakers who have expressed interest. There is great hope of making a movie about it one day.
For now, you should plan a visit. Just go. Read my book when it comes out. Then go again. Breathe, see, embrace – enjoy.
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