Oh, those poor, confused souls, once they get there, wherever there is, and the weather reverts to normal…
Six miles later, I pulled up to my mailbox, then drove itno the garage, no geese in sight yet, although the road runs parallel to their route to water at this point. As I walked from garage to house, here they came, too high to count. I sure did enjoy the honking, however. It really made me smile.
This is the earliest I've EVER seen geese heading north, and I'm 71 years old, been living here since 1976.
