Turning down the residential street that leads to our neighborhood, we pass a church with a large lawn. Geese like to hang out there, eating who knows what. When evening comes, they fly to the nearby “lake”, also known as a retaining pond.
The other day I turned onto the street and passed the lawn right as the geese took off for the lake. They were flying low, and I drove in the middle of this flock, with geese on either side of the car at driver level, until they veered off toward the lake.
I felt like I was part of the flock during that time. It was magical to be driving in the middle of this, going the same speed and direction as the geese.
I wonder what they thought about the car in the middle of their flock?
Photo by dobak