Wild geese fly south, creaking like anguished hinges...
~Margaret Atwood
John burst through the door at a full gallop two days ago, "Get your camera! Quick!"
How surprised we were to hear them creaking like anguished hinges before we could see them and then to have them break to the south side of the row of pines in the narrow window of opportunity between the last tree and the garage. Thirty geese a'flyin' — what a lovely gift of Christmas! Hope that they are skedaddling for bad weather is coming and they are leaving very late.
~49? Geese A'Creakin'~
Be expecting some Christmas joys today...
