Friday, September 25, 2015

Something Told the Geese

Something told the wild geese
It was time to go.
Through the fields lay golden
Something whispered --- "Snow."
Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers
Something cautioned --- "Frost."
All the sagging orchards
Steamed with amber spice,
But each wild breast stiffened
At remembered ice. 
Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly ---
Summer sun was on their wings,
Winter in their cry. 
                                                                                   By Rachel Field

The little pond by our home has been a wonderful pitstop for so many geese the past week and a half. I have been hearing their sad calls as they fly by our house. Does anyone else think they sound sad? Or maybe its just me - knowing that winter is coming, that the geese are leaving for warmer weather - I have associated that cry with being sad ... 

Bug and I have been taking walks every day in hopes that we will see them. Some days the pond lays empty, and other days the pond is filled with so much wildlife. So we are pointing at all of the different kind of birds, having picnics, soaking up the sun, and just enjoying the last of our neighbourhood pals. 

The second, fifth, and sixth photo I took from my last post about geese (that you can find here). 

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