Thursday, April 15, 2010
Everything is slowly drying up in the field across the way, but that huge puddle of water is what is still attracting the geese. There used to be a small pond in front of that dark brown building on the left when I moved in here five years ago. Would have taken up the whole center of this picture. They have spent a lot of time and money filling it in with dirt and covering it up. But so far, as you can see, the water continues to attempt to accumulate elsewhere. The geese still remember the pond and swampy area. They still stop. Fewer each year.
It's another gorgeous day. Blue skies and a few scattered white clouds.
A pair of noisy geese leaving the field.
I do miss the sound of the pond--the frog/toad/cricket serenade on summer nights. The ducks that don't stop anymore. Watching the mass of white rabbits cavorting in the field in the spring. *sigh* They've killed most everything by now. I see the occasional rabbit. And we still have crickets, of course. The field has been filling up around the edges with businesses. They've been hauling in more dirt.
Progress. Civilization. I am reaping the benefits.
Karma listening to the little birds--swallows and sparrows--singing with joy in the morning.
Sleeping later. All that fresh air is exhausting.
I'm off to the porch to listen to the birds sing. :) :)