The flock of Canada Geese which has been frantically feeding in local corn fields, finally left town this morning. The cat and I were having our morning coffee on the somewhat chilly balcony when I heard their trumpets in the distance. As their raucous honks grew closer, I was torn between running for my camera and risk missing the event, or staying put and just enjoying the show. I stayed where I was.
There are few things in Nature that move me like the V formation of these geese as they depart. At first sight, there were several groups of ten or so and I thought they were maybe just moving to another field. But as they gained altitude in the charcoal grey dawn, they formed their sweeping V and by the time they flew out of sight, were in perfect alignment.
I’m not sure what it is about this once-a-year event that haunts me so, but I always see them off with an emotional tear in my eye. Perhaps it is simply that they are gone, these majestic birds that grace our waterways all summer. Or perhaps it is just the awe I feel at the primordial clock that tells them it’s time to go. Maybe it’s because their departure means that Autumn has truly dug in its heels and cold weather is surely on the way. But whatever the case, it is truly a spectacle that I always feel privileged to witness. What a wonderful way to start the day.
(photo © mytimemachine/Flickr.com)