Yesterday I heard the heralding of a flock of geese, way, way up above. Kind of late in the season for their southerly flight, but then I am not a goose; so who knows. I guess they do. I have had the pleasure to hear them chatting and singing to each other several times in this last week or so, kind of similar to a sea shanty, the rhythm to make their journey go quicker. The thing is I am deaf in one ear and I can hear their songs and always stop to listen for a bit. No one else seems to or won't take the time. To busy I guess; not me. I will always have the time to listen to a beautiful song of Nature.
Today's song I believe will be a whisper on the Wind with the announcement of Winter's approach.
I always stop and acknowledge their flight, such ageless instinct and beauty. Puts today's news and worries in their place. Pointless fuss.
ReplyDeletePerspective. You year word for 2020
DeleteI too am a goose gal. :)
ReplyDeleteI wonder about their lateness? Climate change? I always understood they took flight because of the Sun's orientation and the shortened days. Maybe their delayed flight is a indication.
DeleteI think as long as they have open (not frozen) water and grass to eat they'll stick around.
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