Omnipresent, adaptable to city and country life – Canada Geese.
Here, a group lines up along the shore of a large pond.
Long, graceful necks, ever-watchful beady black eyes. White stripe fashionably painted across the cheek.
Another large congregation in the grass nearby.
Nervously chattering, they watch this human intrude into their peaceful world.
I move slowly to avoid spooking them, to no avail.
First the chorus line along the water takes off, protesting noisily.
After initial chaos, they organize themselves into a long fluttering line that rises above the trees, against the mountain,
and, soon, silhouettes against the sky:
As their harsh cries fade into the distant evening air, the second group begins to chatter and squawk. They start to run, wings flapping and flashing blue tips
before taking off across the water:
It takes a while before they fall into their famous V-formation. It looks effortless now, the awkwardness of gravity and chaos of liftoff forgotten and forgiven.