On my way to the violets I had another encounter. This was my second meeting with assertive sandhill cranes. The first was several years ago in Michigan's upper peninsula. That's goat territory (above the bridge) for those of you from other parts. That time, I wanted to take pictures of swamp candles. The birds were eating something there and didn't give an inch. I wound up taking flower pictures about five feet from birds nearly as tall as I am. This time, down here among the trolls, the crane was sassing me like mad, and not giving ground. I soon spotted the reason, and backed off. The chick sure was a cute little thing.