It’s supper time and there’s nobody on the lake. Just me and some geese.
I count 31 of them. Now and then they honk or rise up and flap their wings a bit, but mostly they just float. I’m not sure how they do it, but they float in two straight lines. Are they practicing formations for migration? I want to paddle closer to them but I don’t want them to be disturbed and fly away.
I steer clear of the birds and go north to the lily pads. They look tattered and wind-blown this time of year. The best of summer is over, I guess. I pluck out a Coke can and some plastic debris and throw it in the back of the boat to discard at home. Then I allow myself to drift back towards our dock.
Suddenly the geese are on the move. First one group takes off in a flurry of splashing wings and then another. I expect them to form Vs as they fly away but they fall into lines again and undulate northeast over the pine trees.
I am reminded that the whole summer has gone by and I’ve hardly written a thing. Sadly, we had a dog sicken with Lyme disease and die. Happily, we had a daughter get married. Plus we moved. Now I want to find my way back to my desk and get some lines down on paper, let my thoughts fly.
Here are some parting “words” from geese in flight: http://ibc.lynxeds.com/sound/canada-goose-branta-canadensis/calls-pair-flight