The "V"

Trail Wood #46 Earl Plato

Before nine o’clock this morning 200 Canada geese fly-pass over the village two miles to our south. In one great flock strung out in a long V with unequal legs they cleave across about 300 feet above the ground, their rising and falling wings catching the sun, the far-carrying clamour of their voices a sound of untamed wilderness in the air, they drive steadily into the north. Over the white houses, over the sugar maples along the main street, over the high, shining spire of the white church, then out over the open country, above side roads, over Hampton Brook, above out Trail Wood fields and woods, the long wedge of the flying birds pushes on. The story their passing tells us of melting ice on northern lakes, of the sure advance of spring. As one of our neighbours said in the village yesterday, when a smaller fkock went through: “ Other signs may fail but you Trail Wood #46 Earl Plato

Before nine o’clock this morning 200 Canada geese fly-pass over the village two miles to our south. In one great flock strung out in a long V with unequal legs they cleave across about 300 feet above the ground, their rising and falling wings catching the sun, the far-carrying clamour of their voices a sound of untamed wilderness in the air, they drive steadily into the north. Over the white houses, over the sugar maples along the main street, over the high, shining spire of the white church, then out over the open country, above side roads, over Hampton Brook, above out Trail Wood fields and woods, the long wedge of the flying birds pushes on. The story their passing tells us of melting ice on northern lakes, of the sure vance of spring. As one of our neighbours said in the village yesterday, when a c smaller fkock went through: “ Other signs may fail but you can't fool a goose. can’t fool s goose.