As I walk to my car at the end of the day, I watch two flocks of Canada Geese (Branta canadensis) circle over the pond. There is a light breeze and their voices dominate the parking lot. One goose is yelling “Here, Here, Here!”. The others cackle and honk their questions.
Is there enough room? How’s the food? Can I stay with you? What about the pond over the hill? Didn’t we pass this one last spring?
I stand by my car relishing the sight and sounds – letting the long day go, forgetting the eight hours spent bent over a keyboard or answering questions over the phone.
The two groups merge together, one brave goose swoops down to the water and lands, others follow – usually two or three at a time. I see no accidents. Amazingly, they do not land on top of one another, or swim into another goose as they retract the landing gear. Feet up or down?
The parking lot is quiet, the voices on the water are more subdued, taking on a gossiping quality of meeting friends and family. The geese are down for the night.
I open the door and slide in, it’s time for me to go home and gossip with my family and friends.