| the Great Goose Freeway.  our neighborhood is directly below the Canada Goose Freeway. directly. there's a pond just outside of our neighborhood, which is AAA approved in the Canada Goose travel guides, i guess. i know this because of its unparalleled popularity among The Goose Community. So then, from this pond (or to this pond, depending on the time of year, mind you), The Geese must fly directly over our 'hood to continue on their journey North (or South, depending on the time of year, mind you).
i rather love the opportunity to have such close proximity to this year long journey ritual. it's nice to hear The Geese talking as they travel in their "V" to and from the top and bottom of the earth. i enjoy watching them through the binocs, grading their formations - some are just really nicely done... others, hmmm.... really seem to struggle with it. being that we are at the tippy top of the twin hill, The Geese fly almost at eye level from the vantage point of looking out our front windows. you can come witness this any time. in the three years we have inhabited the Stonge Wold, i have noticed that The Goose Travel to or from North or South really does abruptly change on one single day. so, right now they are traveling South. now, from observing years past, i have seen that they will continue to pass overhead in some-good, some-not-so-good formations, heading South, all the way through the long winter. i mean, right before the beginning of spring i kind of wonder why those last flocks are even bothering. they're late. very late. they must be Stonge Geese. that, or they started in the north pole.
then, suddenly, and i do mean suddenly, the word goes out - a change is mandated in The Goose Travel direction. the very next day the some-good, some-not-so-good formations are headed the exact opposite way. to the pond now. and that is that. every day the same direction until one day it changes. it's the neatest thing. all of this is merely to say that last night, on my way into the neighborhood in the evening, a semi-good formation of The Geese decided to race me. they were going over thirty miles per hour. they were winning. and then i had to turn east to head up the hill to the Wold. but i was laughing. out loud. and i recounted to myself how i love The Geese and how they seem my friends, though we've never shared a bit of conversation. i am their observer. and last night, it seemed, they were observing me. i like that. |
