Goosed into Autumn

It was nice this morning with the time change. Snickers the Wonder Dog and I could see where we were walking in Flipflopville because the sun was up and reflecting off the frost. At some point we heard a huge honking, and it wasn't a car. It was one of those huge flyovers of Canadian geese. Fall is here, my friends.

When I was a kid we once visited Horicon Marsh, which is the largest freshwater cattail marsh in the country (how's that for specificity?). And that place had the biggest flock of geese you can imagine. Thousands upon thousands. (NB: When I was a kid, Canadian geese were not a plentiful this far south as they are now. The change in population, feeding habits, and climate have combined to make them ubiquitous.) The flocks and the flyovers were amazing. And this morning, although there were just a few hundred geese, it reminded me of that place. And the onset of autumn.