It has been a strange winter. We had a number of days in January when the temperature was in the 50s and 60s Fahrenheit, which—although it was completely delightful from a comfort point of view—was highly unusual and of considerable concern to those of us who contemplate the global changes that we are witnessing. Be that as it may, the weather has returned to more normal ranges in the past few weeks, and I am getting eager for the return of spring. There are no crocuses yet, but one of the signs that I watch for as a herald of its arrival is the northward migratory return of the Canada geese from their overwintering in southerly, more amiable climes. Since it’s been so mild, I’ve been carrying my camera on my daily walks with Limo, thinking that their early return might be encouraged, and yesterday afternoon I was ready for the small chevron that, in my mind, served as welcome harbingers of the approaching season of reawakening.
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I look out my apartment window and see tiny little buds on the trees. That’s my harbinger of spring. The early budding used to concern me but at this point I don’t think it will get cold enough to make a difference.
I should make it more a practice to look for geese, though. I love the V-shaped patterns they make. Nice capture!
We have lots of new buds here, too, but I’m more concerned about their ability to develop down here; I’m afraid we’re still in for more real cold. On the other hand, as I’m writing this, I just saw the first ladybug on the window!
What a beautiful sight!! I haven’t seen them here yet, but I can’t wait!
I didn’t mention the magic of their haunting calls. That’s what alerted me enough in advance that I was ready when they appeared between the trees. The world would be a poorer place without them!
I totally agree. When I hear them in the Fall I always find myself yelling out, “don’t go!!”, and my kids just look at me and shake their heads like usual. LOL. Now my Dad, on the other hand, can’t stand geese because they always used to poop on his boat and all over the marina where he docked his boat :) LOL
Yes, it is sad when they leave, like letting go of the last remnant of warmer weather and resigning ourselves to the coming bleakness of winter. This thought has moved me before–check you e-mail!
I live near a reservoir in the UK. Three mornings ago I was awakened not by the dawn chorus but by the sound of geese arriving. I love seeing the geese in flight, but not at that hour in the morning! These pictures capture a typical scene beautifully.
It’s truly wonderful having discovered your site, and I see you do some remarkable work over here. And believe me it’s always a pleasure to meet a fellow wanderer, a fellow comrade in arms if you will.
Beautiful shot’s these!
I’m delighted to be meeting you, too, truly a fellow wanderer, indeed. Thank you very much for your kind words and for taking the time to follow the link back to my site. I am looking forward to a much deeper look into your work, too. A pleasure to know you!