Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Sunday morning as I sat on the bank of the lake waiting for the Mute Swans to swim by (see yesterday's post), a lone Canada goose flew in. He landed on the water near by, but I could just catch glimpses of him through the tangle of bushes on the bank. He spent the next ten minutes in a loud conversation with some geese on the main part of the lake who were invisible in the fog and then he flew off to join them. He passed me, going very fast and skimming the surface of the water.
I heard him land among the other geese and they greeted him with raucous honking and wing flapping. They sounded happy to see him . . . I think.