I love it when I spot my favorite Canada geese family.
The ones I’ve been following since May.
It’s become a ritual for me now. I can’t wait for the dawn.
I hurry to get the car warmed up, eager to get to Forest Beach right around sunrise.
I scoot down in the sand with my camera to watch.
Someone out walking their dog along the beach has surely roused them from their beds.
Then suddenly, UP over the dunes comes the first pair!
Then all at once I see the rest of the flock, sometimes twenty in all, flying in tandem, up and over me, just like the others.
It is a musical perfection I can’t even begin to describe.
Raising my own voice as I, too, honk to greet the new day!
It’s the simple stuff I love the best.
Like being out there tonight by the dock at Taylor Pond, just as the light was fading.
Standing there real quiet.
Having dinner with the geese.
Watching them have their fill, get ready to leave.
Taking what was left “to go”.
I’ve been hearing from the locals lately that the Mill Landing Canada geese were seen out and about with their goslings on Mother’s Day.
Naturally, I’ve been waiting for them ever since, camera in hand. Mornings, evenings, scanning the tall grass along the shoreline at Taylor Pond. No goslings.
One morning I did see a pair of Canada’s circling Taylor pond, back and forth, back and forth. Their movements were mesmerizing, so fluid and graceful.
I must have taken 70 shots, certain that any moment I was going to see a fuzzy-headed gosling or two. The pair finally disappeared in the tall grass at the far end of the pond. Not a single gosling in sight.
Last night after a short photo session at Mill Landing, I was turning to head up the hill when all of a sudden, I saw them. At the entrance to Taylor Pond, glowing in the last rays of the setting sun.
I had all I could do to stop trembling and get a few shots. The adults were moving the goslings along quickly and I could see that they weren’t going to be in the sun for very long, once they hit the water.
As they got closer, I could see that the parents were slowing their paddling, looking at me and from one side of the channel to the other. It was becoming clear to me that these good parents were not going to bring their precious babies any further up the channel so long as I was standing there so close to the shoreline.
Now some might say it was silly of me to back out of “the picture”. Yet while I have as great a passion for taking images of the wildlife that I find as anyone you’ll ever meet, it is never my intention to interrupt or to disturb the wild things that I see. No photo is worth that. Not to me.
So I bid them all, “Goodnight!’ And “See you soon!”