Day Thirty-one of my 365 Days of Thankfulness

It took weeks for me to decide on a blogging challenge for 2022. I didn’t want to lose the momentum I achieved in 2021. The light bulb moment came while I got my morning steps in the gym. Ideas come to me when I walk. I know the plan isn’t original. After all, I know of people who have done the 365 days of thankfulness challenge. I’ve never attempted to express this level of gratitude in any official capacity. How hard can it be, right? This post expresses day thirty-one of my 365 days of thankfulness.  

Day Thirty-one of my 365 Days of Thankfulness

On day thirty-one of my 365 days of thankfulness, I caught a rare glimpse of a Sandhill Crane. Rooster and I traveled across a bridge a block from where we lived when a Sandhill Crane flew across the hood of our car. This sighting is unusual because this type of bird doesn’t visit our area of the country. He flew past so fast I didn’t have time to reach for my phone and snap a picture. These Cranes migrate from north to south, but they stop in Jasper or Pulaski county, over a hundred miles from here. They manage to make their way south in November and December.

I don’t know this particular crane continued to hang around in the frigid cold. Maybe the guy got lost or argued with the group he traveled south with this year. I hope he eventually finds his way to the place where he was headed. The creek where he decided to hang out is filled with toxic runoff from the factory that once sat on its bank, so I hope the bird doesn’t stay there for long.

The Old lady Speaks

I am an old lady. My glimpses of thankfulness may not be the same as the ones you might select. I believe we can all relate to the blessings in life, even during a pandemic. They are landmarks in our human experience. Thankfulness is an adventure we can all take together. Would you please leave a comment and share with me some of the things you are thankful for today.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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I am the author of Saving the Hen House. I didn't know when I started it would turn into a series. I love to ride motorcycles, the blues, my family, and going on adventures. This old hen rocks.

6 thoughts on “Day Thirty-one of my 365 Days of Thankfulness

  1. Your sand crane sounds special. I hope it finds its way to a good place.

    Yesterday I drove by a bird of prey, gliding, whose wings were absolutely still.

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