The snow white geese flew overhead in a huge cloud, kept low by the gray heavy sky. There were hundreds of them. Calling like gulls after a fishing boat. The large group circled around a field of water dropping lower and lower. Spiraling down and dropping, one by one as they laid their bodies in rows into the watery fields, like a frothing airy white sheet settling onto a bed, and there they restlessy rested.
The floodwaters kept me a good half mile from the flock and the little camera is not designed for jobs of this length. But you can imagine the picture and the sounds in the distance as the flock roiled and fidgeted then finally rested. They were too far away to be bothered by me or my dogs, I was just another movement in the endless landscape, so I watched them for a long time.
I have never seen snow geese here before. Or maybe they usually just fly straight overhead and the flooding fields looked too tempting. They will be migrating back to their breeding fields. I wonder what brought them down here.