They arrived in the night and I heard the commotion outside the window but didn’t need to look out – I knew what was happening. In the early morning my suspicions were indeed confirmed as I stood with my cup of tea, looking out the window…they were stragglers rushing south a little late, with a cold wind behind them urging them on.
A brilliant red dawn light brought their shapes into focus on the pond.
Ivy could hardly believe her eyes as the sun rose and she watched them rest for the next leg of their southbound flight. Why had they waited this long?
They took turns resting while some patrolled the perimeter on guard for that coyote hoping for a big meal before the freeze sets in.
They built up their strength all day and as the light began to fade they started to move out into the water and form little groups.
As the snow started to fall the calls went up from the leaders, who beat their wings to inspire the troops to get off the ground and be safe from night predators…then so unlikely because of their weighty bodies they started to rise with such majestic grace.
They circled once over our house, calling encouragement to each other and then with their V-formation pointed south, they were gone.
They were just in time since the very next day the pond looked like this…
Hurry back because that will mean that it’s spring again!