I had a great time at No Limits in Kearney yesterday, reading from my dissertation on Matilda Fletcher and Ghost Girl, hearing some smart feminist scholarship and creative writing, attending an inspiring poetry workshop with Lenelle Moise, and of course, seeing all the birds. Really is was stunning – the hundreds of sandhill cranes singing their eerie song in the air and in fields, the thousands of geese swarming the sky, and even the occasional normal birds like Canadian geese, robins, finches, an eagle, and a kestrel. I did drive over to see the cranes near Grand Island two years ago, but I literally saw thousands more this year, especially the glittery movement of the geese against the blue horizon. Wow.