At exactly 8:34 this morning, a large gaggle of geese flew right over my backyard from the north, heading due south. Flying low and loud on this pleasantly cool, green, sunny morning, I wonder: whatever do they find to clamor and chatter so raucously about as they fly over?
Thus, the end of the summer has been signaled…Jeanie
NOTE TO SELF: When cold winds begin to threaten – make haste to the secret place where life and comfort are found.
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I’ll tell you what they are honking-on about…theyr’re saying, “Man, I can’t wait to get back to Louisiana!…………”Hey, look at the red-headed lady looking at us…I wonder what they are always gawking at?”