It was very nearly dark last night when I could hear the formation:
I could not make it out in the sky...
"The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night,
Ya-honk! he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation:
The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen closer,
I find its purpose and place up there toward the November sky."
- Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, 1855, I Celebrate Myself, Line 238
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Great header photo! Did you take it? I like the second elk(?) in the background too.
Your coffee with the ladies sounds lovely... something I don't do quite enough of.
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