Saturday, August 22, 2009
Sage and I were out swimming this evening. At one point I looked up and there were hundreds of white birds circling above our house — big migratory birds of some sort, probably moving off the river or one of the reservoirs, soaring and wheeling in three or four groups that merged and separated. They were moving vaguely westward, but in such big, leisurely circles that it took them 10 minutes or so to pass completely over our house and out of sight. The sun was low in the sky, and the undersides of their wings were illuminated -- it was stunning. Sage's two comments were, "It's the geese dance ballet!" and "Every day I come out here and the geese dance ballet is not happening. But today it's happening!"