little adults

I find it charming when little kids try to carry themselves with the same comport as the adults in their lives. I feel like these baby saplings––possibly still in their first year––are doing the same thing as precocious thee year olds: Copying the adults around them. We know better, however; that it is already there in their DNA, and they are simply being themselves. Not copying. Not trying to impress. Not pretending to be anything other than what they are–six month old maple trees.

baby maple trees in their first (?) November

PS Our resident sandhill crane family of four seems to have departed on Sunday (Nov. 8). They are most likely headed for the Gulf Coast–maybe Texas or Northern Mexico. If we are lucky, Mom and Dad will return next spring in March. Fingers crossed.