We hear them before we see them – that great honking choir on its way to somewhere else. Their voices are distant at first, then grow louder as they finally appear over the trees, over the fields. They fly overhead, sometimes so low we can hear the whoosh-whoosh rhythm of their wings. Our work pauses as we call to each other, “Listen! Geese! They’re coming!” We run to the house to announce the sighting to anyone inside. No one wants to miss it. The arrival of geese is always an event.
In great numbers or few, they call encouragingly to each other as their long lines stretch across the sky. Stragglers speed-fly to catch up, honk-honk-honking as the space between is closed. We stand in awe and watch, or run about when our trees or buildings block our view.
Often we don’t see them at all, but we hear the clamoring up the road and over the hill, where great flocks stop to rest in potato fields next to our neighbors’ home. As delighted with the company of geese as we are, Marilyn and Sam capture the wonder of it all with photos they share.
What must they think of us as we stare skyward, shielding our eyes from the sun? Why does the appearance of a single pair command the same attention as flocks of dozens or hundreds? How is it that we find the flight of geese so compelling, we stop everything to watch, even many times in a single day, day after day, week after week in this season, year after year?
If the miracle of migration won’t cause us to quiet ourselves and look up, what will?
Thanks for the reminder to look up every now and again!
Thanks for reading!
Sarah/Galloping Horse Garden said:
Where I live, geese are a year-round presence. I had almost forgotten that they migrate! It is an amazing thing to contemplate. They also have a certain comic charm, especially when they waddle slowly across the street en masse.
I’ve never seen geese waddle across the street. Now that must stop traffic!
Tatyana Mysecretgarden said:
I agree, it is special! We used to see hundreds of them when we lived in Missouri. They usually spent a couple of days on their way from and to Canada. Very nice writing. Thank you!
The geese have been flying through for weeks and weeks. We saw a huge flock yesterday – the biggest of the season. It seems so late to still have them here.
Thanks for saying hello on my blog. I never tire of our Canadian geese, I swear you could set your clock by their scheduled flights across our farm.
They are amazing, aren’t they? Thanks for stopping by my blog!
Beautiful photos! I love to watch geese and other birds who fly in formation. It is fascinating the way they take turns being the point man!
And their voices are so soothing!
I love to see the geese migrating. They don’t stop here, but they do fly over, and yes, it is a wondrous sight to see. Your post reminded me that people have been in awe of this sight for as long as man has lived.
It’s incredible to see flock after flock stopping in the same fields. How do they know? Truly amazing.
home, garden, life said:
Marcia-perfectly said. I am happy to report the churbble of the bluebird pair this morning. They know more than I, as they are house hunting already this February morning. 😉
I love the word ‘churbble’, and I love your writing!
home, garden, life said:
Many thanks for your kind comments Marcia. Your appreciation is humbling. We are kindred spirits for sure, as your blog defines a beautiful life!
PS I tried to put into a word how bluebirds communicate. A very special call indeed…rolling music–almost sliding marbles. 😉 Diane