Photo by J. Harrington
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We've reached the time of year when Summer's goslings are now fully feathered and larger and larger flocks of Canada geese engage in "training flights," to get the youngsters muscles in shape for the long flights ahead. We saw several such flocks today as we were out and about. Seeing them took us back to the days we used to head for Lac Qui Parle for goose hunting. Hearing 80,000 to 100,000 geese wake up and gradually head for breakfast is an awesome experience.
Photo by J. Harrington
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Each year we hope to see large flocks of waterfowl stop by at Carlos Avery Wildlife Management Area. Most years that only happens in the Spring, as they head North. This year, with high water and the SPring's weather, the migration seemed more spread out, unless, of course, we missed the one or two days when all the birds came through. Nature can be like that, and often is.
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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