Another misty day. This morning early, walking the dogs - I could hear them... invisible geese cackling overhead - swirling and twirling - were they lost? It seemed so. One moment they were over our woods, then coming lower, towards us, down the field, then back again again and higher and more distant, fainter ... more tremulous calls. It was the geese. The Canadians, I feel sure, although I could not see them. I so much wanted to say - youre almost at the river - keep heading down the hill... youre almost there! Dont give up! Please come back! Oh! for a pair of wings to rise up and guide them... it was the third time this has happened in the last few days and I always worry. Theyve come all that long long way and then get lost at the end. I said a silent prayer and hoped the brave owners of those unseen voices would find their stretch of water and be at rest on the Tweed again. The air can be such a dangerous place.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 22:52:45 +0000
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