I'll see your cookies and raise you a ......
As the migration unfolds, today was soul satisfying. Headed out with the pups, no gun or camera - just to watch and quietly let it all sink into and blend into the collage of migrations past. CHARLIE and KYRA were focused on their newest game, much to the detriment of the mouse population. I just watched the sky, until the reflected spectral symphony of a prairie sunset filled the runoff wetlands with a radiance unknown to the fluorescent lit mall walkers. It was a glorious evening. Mallards and pintails, canvasbacks and red heads, Canada's of course and a score of swans swimming majestically on a temporary lake. A great blue heron winged by - likely the only local returning resident. The call of the snows became almost thunderous, as a gazillion or two dropped in for an evening meal. We do have a spring season but I never hear shooting - maybe I've grown more deaf than I know. I hope some of you have such days in your memory banks.
Cheers,
Jack
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