A wedge of geese, high against the clouds, headed due north: migrants. The first song sparrow of the year breaks into his trademark song.
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A wedge of geese, high against the clouds, headed due north: migrants. The first song sparrow of the year breaks into his trademark song.
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Yesterday morning I watched close to 100 geese cross the sky as I walked to the barn for daily chores. Another 100 greeted me on the way back. There is something magical about them. Thanks for your words, Dave. I enjoy your posts!