What sort of day did this predict?
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Willow thought it was fine.
Now that she is allowed out, she whimpers at the door with impatience, then mostly goes to sit on the patio watching for chipmunks.
And she seems vaguely to keep an eye on me too, though I am not sure why.
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Finished with the morning routine, I glanced out my now un-screened window and was enchanted at the sight of leaves rustling in a stiff breeze.
Soon they all will be gone.
Till next year’s renewal.
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Hard to capture the moment in still photos.
A shimmering of copper-tinted leaves.
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It turned into a gorgeous morning.
After which…
There is currently a bank of dark cloud building all around.
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On Friday as we enjoyed the late evening light, we heard the call of geese approaching.
Since the cornfield was harvested, we’d been expecting to see geese foraging among the stalks.
If they didn’t come soon, deer would eat everything. Geese came on Friday.
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A few at first.
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Then, a few more…
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…dropping into the field…
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…as if a call had gone out to them.
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They came falling from the sky, calling out and maneuvering to land among their kin already on the ground.
Perfectly, as only birds can.
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Of course, there’s one in every flock:
“Wait! I’m flapping as fast as I can!”
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It would soon be dark, but on they came.
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The call of wildfowl
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one of my favourite sounds.
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Each photograph, a different group.
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There must have been hundreds.
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In the field I noticed one goose
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As all the others shuffled around, its head was up. Was it the director of this event?
Coordinator?
Gander in Chief?
Maybe Madame Goose.
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Unlikely, from what I read.
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As such, it seems that there is no chosen leader of the flock.
The strongest bird flies at the head of the formation, but multiple birds share the responsibility.
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How to make a great evening sensational?
Add geese.
Ha, looks like Willow is on ‘ready, steady, go’ mode! The geese in the sky with the brightly coloured clouds in the background make the most beautiful pictures – captured at the right moment. Here we have large flocks of hadedas flying over our house in the early evening – I try to count their ‘calls’ (three to four times in a row) and they always sound very distressed. Berto then jokes and says they sound like that because they have a fear of heights 🙂.
A bird with a fear of heights…very good reason to sound distressed!
You are right, Carolyn, it is a spectacular post! The sky more beautiful and unusual, and the geese
are nature’s gift as I love their formation in the sky and their sound too. I like the joke from the reader above that the geese have a fear of heights!
Joanna
The arrival of those geese must be a spectacular sight indeed, Carolyn.
Best wishes, Pete.
Lovely photos as always, Carolyn. I haven’t seen geese arrive like this – amazing!
…And gin
Mother’s ruin! 🙂
My mum was a non drinker and I am beyond ruin, so it’s all good…
Geese have moved away from Finland as it is too cold for them during winter. I still hear some birds flying over, but large flocks of geese flew south long time ago. Nice shots!
Many of our geese migrate as well which is why we see so many in Spring and Fall but a few hardy birds over-winter.
That was the equivalent of the nominated driver. He was responsible for not over indulging, as the rest would do, so that he could safely lead when they took off again!