On my way home from lunch with a Friend, I stopped by the Baskett Slough. When I left my car to walk beside the watery stillness, it was soft, peaceful and quiet. Only a stray duck paddled near, probably to discover if I had something for it to eat.
Quite suddenly a wedge of geese lifted from somewhere over the hills and with a collected shout filled the air. Thousands of them were headed straight over where I stood next to the waters. What a lovely sight. Of course, as you can see, there is a perfect triangle of flying geese. This is just a portion of the flock of birds which flew overhead. They were magnificent.
Have a lovely day!
