This time of year brings certain sites that you don’t have a chance to see during other months.  And one of my favorite… of all favorites…. is the Grand V of Migrating Geese.  Not only the sight of them, but the sound.

The flapping of the wings.  The honking.  Apparently random honking to us humans.  But to the Geese, it is a very intricate balance of communication.   Back to that later.

This morning,  I took a short walk.  And during that little venture, I saw them.  The V of Geese.  Flying above fiercely.  Gracefully.  Confidently.

And then I realized… they were headed due North.  Well, I did what I could.   I stood there in them middle of the road…. flapping  my arms and honking the best I knew how.  To no avail. Not a one broke formation.   They continued to devotedly follow the leader of the V.  It made me sad.

So I listened as they made their way.  And suddenly.  I, me…. Polly Kronenberger…. could understand their little goosey language.  Honk. Honk.  I could understand them.

“For crying out loud Morty… YOU got us lost again.  We should be to Tennessee by now… but dang it Morty.  I know this is Ohio.. ….  look at all the backward people below.”
“Be quiet Marge.”
“Morty…. we are headed North again.  Just like last year Morty. Do you remember spending the entire winter in Manitoba?  That was horrible Morty.  Horrible.”
“Zip it Marge….”
“Honest to goodness Morty… if we are headed North again….. I  swear Morty….  I’ll … … and…   …..”

And the honks became more faint.  And away North they flew.  Confidently.  To lands unseen, but imagined.

However.  I think they were the Far Side Geese.  I see them every Fall Season.  Headed  due North….  at THIS time of year.

And so it goes.  Some days we don’t have our compasses lined up quite right.  We can either turn around and head in the other direction… or spend a long cold Winter in Manitoba.  Eh.

“Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined.” – Henry David Thoreau