Though the beginning of May seems almost too late, it seemed to be a big migration day for geese. (I guess these are the wise ones who wait for fine weather to travel; April was a little chilly.) I saw - and heard - dozens of flocks, hundreds of geese. Some of them were so low (and right overhead) that I could see their white bellies and goose-shaped shadows on the pavement. I could watch them changing positions and forms too. One goose was speeding up from the back of the line, ready to take his turn as leader.
I love the annual spring and fall migrations. They are truly awesome - in the most inspirational sense of the word. I never fail to be amazed by the spectacle, how diligently and purposefully they fly ... and how far! The wonder of creation is there clear as day and always makes me feel more alive.
I also saw a frog today: a rare occurence at any time, but particularly on a still chilly morning in early May. He was quite a tubby greyish-brownish-greenish fellow trying (without complete success) to camouflage himself against the rocks along the shoreline. I do so love being close to nature; it makes being near a big city much more palatable. Last week I saw the first heron of the season, and today there were some interesting new ducks - white in the middle; black on both ends - who dove with great rapidity into the water ... and popped up just as quickly.
What a great morning!
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