As many of you are aware, we have had a bumper breeding season for both ducks and geese in the local park.
Every morning, the geese fly over the house to spend the day elsewhere. I have only caught them in flight once, which was on August 5th, the day we were up on the beach at 5.30am to watch the sunrise.
The day before yesterday when I was walking Maggie on my own in the morning, I heard geese honking and looked skywards.
I counted fifty in the group that flew over me, but there must have been at least two hundred in the sky, coming from different directions to join as one massive flock to fly together to their daytime site.
We know of a large flock of greylag geese on the shore road towards Skeggy and it’s possible that they were also joining the Canada geese. We have two greylags here.
Photos June 2018
‘Ours’ return between 5 and 6 pm, settling on the lake for the evening, honking in welcome, guidance or recognition. It’s noisy and exciting, and makes you feel rather insignificant to witness such numbers.
This morning, about thirty geese flew overhead, the sound of their wings like heavy whispers on the air. They were followed by four ducks frantically flapping to keep up and then another two.