Tuesday, November 26, 2013


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.

1 comment:

Louise Plummer said...

I do live by a small lake and get to see lots of geese, ducks and gulls. And it's always a good day when you spot a bald eagle.

Happy Thanksgiving.

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