Almost every year I get to go to Home to enjoy this festival. Homer is such a cool town. It probably triples in size during the festival.
As I'm making coffee, I get a little taste of things to come.
Sandhill Cranes were every where. Peoples front yards, open fields, you name it.
I always go to the bluff at the begining of town. There's always eagles, raven and gulls playing in the thermals. These two immature eagles were playingtag. Too young to mate but maybe not to young to practice.
This is a gotta see event!
Thanks Diane for putting Ghost, Gus and Me up for the weekend.