Sunday, November 22, 2009

NO ICE, NO SNOW



It's the end of November and the geese don't know what to do. Actually, they seem to have just decided to stay as long as they can. No snow. No ice. No snow. No ice. I went walking at the bird sanctuary to today, along the floating docks, the leafy paths, the abandoned railway tracks. It was calm and quiet. Well, it would have been quiet without the geese. No matter how far from the water I walked, their call was the background to everything. "Let's not go anywhere. Let's just stay here. Let's not go anywhere. Let's just stay here." One voice connecting to the next and the next and the next. You could not hear where one ended and another began - a happy cacophony of geese.

This path would usually be snow by now - a ski
trail instead of a walking trail - all those trembling birch trees without any leaves, without any trembles. In the summer, its all whispering leaves - chickadees, warblers, finches. Today there were a only few chickadees and, of course, thousands of geese. In just 8 more days it will be December. How long can this last?



1 comment:

  1. What a wonderful walk. The trees finally get a chance to be heard without a lot of competition. What did they have to say to you? Nature is so amazing in all its forms. We have a lot of geese that stay year round. They can usually find open water over the past years. Something that used to be hard for them to find. Again, wonderful photo's and post. Love and Light, Nina P

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