Fly Away

I saw a huge flock of geese fly over this morning, heading south, I presume. I had just finished feeding the chickens, and had opened the door to their run, when the sound of honking filled the sky. Over the barn they came! The chickens ran to the side of the run that afforded the best view, and tilted their heads to look up into the sky at their airborne feathered kin - and I stood still as well to watch as they flew over, amazed as always at how they, and other migratory birds, always know when, and where to go, following the same route every year.

I wished them well on their journey, and I hope I see them upon their return in the spring.