CALL OF THE WILD GEESE

You can still hear them, mostly in the darkness, when they flock over us, on their journey to the south.  Somehow it makes me sad, because their parting also means a farewell for me: Namely the end of a wonderful summer that spoiled us with sunshine and warmth.

I can’t tell what kind of geese is flying over us. But my heart beats for the Canada geese. The reason for my preference is the proud size of the birds and their colourful plumage.