“Out of the clouds I hear a faint bark, as of a faraway dog. It is strange how the world cocks its ear to that sound, wondering. Soon it is louder: the honk of geese, invisible, but coming on. The flock emerges from the low clouds, a tattered banner of birds, dipping and rising, blown up and blown down, blown together and blown apart, but advancing, the wind wrestling lovingly with each winnowing wing. When the flock is a blur in the far sky I hear the last honk, sounding taps for summer. It is warm behind the driftwood now, for the wind has gone with the geese. So would I — if I were the wind.”
— Aldo Leopold, “A Sand County Almanac: And Sketches Here and There” (Oxford University Press, 1949) (via Jules of Nature)
Geese Migration over Holly Pond. October in Connecticut. October 28, 2024. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. Video Credit: Thank you Susan Kanigan
