OK, one could argue that this happens so many times that there is no single answer, that it's just expected. However, I was researching a favorite topic this morning, and took that journey down the interminable list of self-asked questions Google invents (in order to show off what it knows so you keep using it for searches?) that make one question who on the planet would really ask them? And why?
This one started with a change in the weather. The fall chill drove me to hunting for long sleeved shirts in the closet. A couple have never been worn, are synthetic fibers with very narrow upper arms, and may as well be donated to a thrift store. They just feel claustrophobic, and don't move with me. But a bit of further searching, not quite getting into full winter wardrobe yet, found the perfect shirt, a long sleeved comfy cotton tee.
Not only is it comfy to wear, it holds special memories from our honeymoon trip down to Arizona years back in hopes of finding a house we could afford, right at the bottom of the recession when prices had just started their upturn. It likely was a case of "pick something right then or be priced out of the market." History quickly proved that. I'd secured a realtor, had a schedule for touring properties after we arrived, and gave us extra time to take a new-to-us route for scenic purposes. One planned stop was in southern New Mexico, at Bosque del Apache. Think of it as a larger, southern version of Crex Meadows, as well as a part of the national park system. For me, the attraction was its status as a major southern wintering ground for sandhill cranes. If you've followed me here, 'nuff said.
Of course we had to wait till after the ceremony, set for Valentines Day because, hey, Valentines Day, then spend the necessary days driving down. Coming out of our motel that morning, and checking in to the refuge building to pay our fees (and shop) we discovered that our timing was absolutely perfect! That is, perfect if we wanted to arrive the day after they all flew north! There were still disappointing photos to be taken as well as things to buy, including this particular shirt for me and a silver and turquoise belt buckle for Steve. Of more importance through the years, it was our first opportunity to buy our Senior Citizens lifetime free pass into any national park or national monument. One purchase of $10 to last a lifetime! Only one was needed in the car to get whoever was in the same vehicle in free as well. Last time we checked the price had jumped to $80. Ours has been very well used in the years since, both parks and monuments.
My other purchase hadn't been worn yet, just tucked away, still pristine on its hanger until a few days ago. It has the name Bosque del Apache on it, and is decorated with sandhill cranes! OK, a few other birds too, I will confess, but they're just not sandhills.
While waiting in a line at the pharmacy last week while wearing it I was asked where Bosque del Apache was. I let her know it was in New Mexico, and a major wintering grounds for sandhills. She knew we were less than 20 miles from their fall staging grounds at Crex while we were talking in that store, and we both had visited it. I'm pretty sure her initial reaction was New Mexico was way too far to go when she could see sandhills locally. Maybe she'll get sick of winters some day and decide to check it out. I did warn her to be there early enough to see them before they flew north. The line took one of us and ended our conversation, so I didn't get a chance to tell her those were the other sandhills, the lesser ones, which fly to Nebraska around the Platte in spring. Our local ones, the greater sandhills, fly down to the southeastern US and back. The two kinds diverged around 3 million years back.
Having some spare time on my hands after my errand was done, I decided to Google Bosque del Apache and see what else I could find out about the place. It had been a long time, and we now had great-grandkids down in New Mexico who might be interested when they get a bit older. That's where Google did its thing with a list of self-generated questions it "thought" might be relevant on the topic of cranes. It seems any interest in a topic, as shown by reading another question/answer, kicks in that process. One can get lost in the rolling drum of a series of repeated questions provided to everybody who keeps arrowing down. What? There is more information from repeating their question/answer, question/answer over the same things? People forgot fact one by the time they reached fact seven and had to start over? Regardless, I already knew a baby crane was called a colt, but read on through their list to see what other factoids might be interesting.
Did I mention some of those questions that "people" allegedly ask are stupid? A case in point and the reason for this post: what does it mean when a crane visits you? You mean there's a reason? OK, I'd say it's (always) "hungry and feels safe enough to look for food in your direction. The Google process sets you up to assume this alleged human, which it's asking itself the question for, is looking for supernatural meaning, like are you blessed or cursed? Will you be lucky... gambling? in love? in long life? Apparently Google got a bit more pragmatic to the point of the ridiculously obvious: "you are likely observing a large, elegant migratory bird passing through a wetland, field, or open prairie."
Well, Duh!
But now I have my own questions for Google. Why did it say "likely"? Are there other situations in which one "comes to visit you?" Are we talking about a healthy bird here or one that's delirious? Why wasn't that specified in either question or answer? Was it opening the question of what a sandhill looks like? The words "large, elegant, migratory bird" are pretty much its definition. The question already defines it as a sandhill crane, making that "answer" totally, insultingly redundant! Where it is "passing through" is its usual habitat. Why is that likelihood part of the answer? Redundant again. Nobody wants to know those typical behaviors as an answer in a silly question supposing they have "meanings"? And just what's going on where you see one and assume it is "visiting you", evidenced by how Google's question is framed? They don't visit you. They go on about their lives, eating, growing, mating, raising and protecting families.When they notice you they're "likely" to fly away. What does any of that have to do with what it means? It might as well have answered itself with " (put favored deity's name or preferred substitute like "luck" here) has blessed you with the sight of something magnificent because you held still and shut up long enough in the right place for it to feel safe."
You need meaning beyond that? How about adding, "If you fell in love with this special creature, want to see it again, spend more time outdoors in its habitat remaining still and quiet, and start taking better care of your planet!"
I wonder what self-questioning Google has on that subject?
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