It all started with what sounded like someone knocking on the glass front door of Autumn Cochella’s house in Lake Wales.
The persistent rapping, Cochella discovered, originated not from knuckles but from the bill of a sandhill crane, apparently responding to its own reflection by pecking at the glass.
“And so that’s sort of where I just started engaging with him,” Cochella said. “And he would come by and visit, and he visited me for about four years.”…