This week we have river front property.
The geese circle, honking and squawking by the hundreds, or so it sounds. With flourish and flapping they land and glide around — much quieter, thankfully.
Meanwhile our dog goes berserk; her carrying on hard to differentiate from the barking geese. Crazy noise.
But it’s fun to watch the geese on the water, beautiful to see. And this is winter’s last hurrah. Or so we hope.
Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves
is heard in our land.