Even within the sanctuary of my home the cacophony of cackling created by the flock resonated through my mind. They were near, very near.
….. foraging through what once was a field of corn looking for the last kernels …..
….. before taking flight on their long journey to their summer breeding grounds.
I could not resist. I had to get closer.
As they took to the air the beating of their wings reverberated through every fiber of my being,
Whether it be a field of flowers or a field of geese, the beauty in their numbers is unsurpassed.