Saturday, September 30, 2017

No matter which way geese fly (6WS)



autumn or spring,
north or south,
they're always  heading home



11 comments:

  1. Thanks, Debbie.

    I was outside yesterday and heard that familiar 'dogs in the distance barking" sound, and waited, and suddenly there they were (and me with no camera) in a long ragged wall with just the slightest V at the far end, all of them moving, shifting, and I just watched and listened until they were far away. Must have been 50 or more of them.
    Some part of me has feathers. I wanted to go, too.

    This is a much older picture, but still geese, heading south.

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  2. Tom has a very similar image. :) :)
    Happy weekend to you!

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  3. We have skies full of geese hundreds, you can hear the wingbeats, pretending to migrate. They fly a couple of miles, settle in a waterway for a while. Then they're back. Home bodies.

    I love the sound but could user fewer of them.

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    1. I can appreciate the'use fewer of them" thing, geese are like peppercorns; a few go a very long way. We now have two farms here where the year round geese help with the grain consumption and annoy the livestock. Now and then you hear one flock migrating east, honk, honk, honk, and then a few days later another flock returning. Been to see the neighbors down the road, yessah.

      Beyond that we are ever so slightly out of the flight path of the regular migrants, so our sightings are rarely taken for granted. Some years we count ourselves lucky if we see more than one or two flocks.

      What's funny, hours later I heard this single 'honk honk honk" and looked up, and there was one lone goose, flying like mad. All I can figure, he overslept and they left without him. =)

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  4. I've spotted a few Vees so far, but they're definitely massing, waiting for Mister Master to give them the signal, I guess..

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    1. I envy you your vantage point. All we get are the ones who stray too far to one side or the other.

      I salute every damn one, though...

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  5. Here the most exciting is the passage of great flocks of snow geese. Way high up, sun glinting on them, too high to hear. Just a single sighting usually, unless the whole flock comes down to rest on nearby fields, when they sit wing to wing, filling the entire acreage. One day of rest and they're gone.

    We live in the middle of the Eastern flyway, so some years we get lucky.

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    1. Sounds exquisite, Boud. I can almost see them, too.

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  6. There are many sounds I enjoy, but the soft, intermittent honking of geese as they fly overhead is one I love. It's the sound of warmth, of assurance, of being. Thank you for your lovely poem.

    I'm glad I caught your attention with my comment to The Closet Atheist. Your blog is wonderful.

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    1. I agree, any time the geese fly over, I am useless until they've gone out of range. There is always such a sense of anticipation in that sound, every time.

      And thank you, Paul. Kind words indeed.

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