Mowing on Saturday, probably for the last time this year. I stopped and turned off the mower to get my jacket which I had left on a fence post. I heard them before I saw them, wild geese heading south for the winter. There were about 50 of them. Saw three or four more flocks that day. Their cries are stirring, deeply felt.
Wild geese, wild geese, fly in line, show me the way home...
Japanese lullaby
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