In recent weeks I have be involved in the drama of my own life that I hadn't noticed something was missing from this dirt road. Our Canadian geese have left the beaver pond. The pond which is now graced with elderberry's blooming at the spillway and white water lilys floating among the green lily pads is quiet. No longer do the geese take to the air for their morning and evening flights between the pond and Mike's field. I walked by the field today and there was a family to turkeys rooting about in a pile of hay left for the cattle. A flock of redwing blackbirds broke from the tall grass startled as I walked by. The crows noisily 'talked' to each other as they hopped from branch to branch on the trees by the edge of the field. But there were no geese. Not Walker with the bad wing or any of his extended family. No goslings following the mom around, no geese paddling away in the stream. They have moved on. Left for some unknown reason to me. And I am saddened by this.
Unlike suburban or urban areas where geese can be an annoyance or a danger, here they still live freely. Of course we didn't have a huge flock of them, only 6 at most. And they seemed content to have the beaver pond and to have Mike's field. Occasionally when they had goslings you might see a group hurriedly waddling down the road to get from pond to field. They were welcomed guests in the spring when the first flyover came with much joyous noise from them. As if they were letting us know they had returned. I have had them fly low enough over me that I could hear the air rush over their outstretched wings.
I will miss them. And I hope that maybe next spring they will return. There is just something wonderful about watching the sky in the evening when the sun is turning the clouds gold, pink and red and seeing the outline of this great bird flying gracefully calling to its mate and family saying, 'I am here, follow me, lets go home.'
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