|Difficult to see, but the geese are there|
I couldn't go back to sleep after that. The sound of geese is right up there with my other favorite noises: train whistles (preferably at night), seagulls, and church bells. I know, it's a little clichéd, but there you have it.
I went downstairs, got the table out of the cellar and put it back on the porch. By the time Mario was up, the coffee was done and I was sitting on the porch with a mug. It's spring. The porch is back.
An extra gift: less than an hour later, another flock went over, this time a perfect V.
My husband goes into rhapsodies over honking geese, too. For me spring is the blooming forsythia bushes.
I'm near Winnipeg. Five geese were on my yard when I came home mid-afternoon Sunday. I opened my car door and heard the honking... and there they were! I'd missed seeing them when I drove up!
That is such a nice little tale. As we don't really have any real indications of change of seasons, it's nice to hear about it.
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