Early this morning I headed outdoors to do what needed doing: hauling water to animals in the 11º temperature. Feeding same. Admiring the frost on the hayfield, and the pastels in the predawn sky.
I heard a strange commotion across the way, in the direction of the river. The Kansas River flows just north of us, not even a mile away. This morning it sounded like traffic was flowing across the water.
Ah! It's that time of year! The geese migration! From a distance, all you hear is cacophony. Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of geese.
And add to this, the crème on top of my aural pâte: a big old bald eagle, circling above and then beyond me.
I love this time of year.