Autumn Sky

Last night that Spouse o' Mine heard them in the dark. This morning we watched, as hundreds of geese flew over our house. Amazing formations changed with seeming grace and beauty. Doubtless, the geese were not concentrating on grace and beauty, but simply their internal need to "get there".

Get there. Why? Surely it has something to do with nature's way of telling them that the weather forecast for this week is going to be drastically frigid and harsh compared to the past few weeks of our mild autumn.

Interestingly, they were all headed east, not south. Who was the head goose who decided on those coordinates? Time will tell how accurate those navigators are.

Also interestingly (to me, anyway), I posted a blog five years ago:

http://twebsterarmstrong.blogspot.com/2005/12/winter-tale.html

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.
Ecclesiastes III 3:1