Eric, Jonnah, David, Barb, and Jesse Perkins

Twenty five Sandhill cranes just flew overhead. I saw them out of my office window as I sat down to write. I walked to the deck and stepped out. I could hear them calling and counted them, way up high, flying south. They are saying good-bye one more time. And twenty-five didn’t seem insignificant. We are in the 25th year on our farm having just completed season twenty-four.

We have shared this land with Sandhill cranes since moving here in 1994. They have always been special. Our farm’s first logo was a crane flying over a barn and then became a crane flying over the marsh. They return in late February, just when we are beginning our greenhouse work and leave in December just as we are sending out our last delivery.

They squawk seemingly nonstop when we are working in the hoophouse in early March, nest in our marsh and parade around the fields and roads with their young. They walk around the farm fields, seeming to claim them as their own. And then they eat what we plant; corn, melons and even potatoes!

These cranes are synonymous with this land. They were here long before us and will be here long after. The Crane has become a symbol of hope and healing during challenging times.

Goodbye from the cranes and good-bye from The Perkins Family. You mean a lot to us and we are forever grateful for your support of this farm.

With hope for the future,

Barb and David