Time to go for a run.
I oozled along the muddy dirt roads by my house, hoping for another crane, or perhaps another early spring migrant. All at once the air was alive with calling cranes. I turned my head to the sky and watched as the archaic animals croaked across the sky. I heard a loud squelch, looked down and noticed that my fomerly white shoe was now a nice shade of crane.
My run ended with a fly-by flock of Common Grackles and a lone Cooper's Hawk.
Miles run: 370