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Migration.

On most mornings I go for a walk in my neighborhood. I love these walks and I sometimes take my camera along. I might take pictures of flowers, or I might take pictures of the many birds I see. Right now I'm seeing a lot of Canada geese. One homeowner has a large pond that attracts Canada geese and mallards. He also has a couple of beautiful white swans but they stay on his property year-round.

Maryland's Eastern Shore is a flyway for migrating geese and I have seen as many as five or six different V formations at one time. Snow geese and Trumpeter swans love the cornfields and they make a beautiful scene when they're feeding. The shore's Blackwater Refuge is a great place to visit because of so many migrating birds. My bird-feeder attracts the migrating birds, too, and one winter I counted over twenty different birds that came.

Animals migrate and so do humans migrate. Northerners might go south for the winter and then travel back home in the spring.

Do you follow the sun? Do you have a special place you go when the weather turns cold? Maybe you're like me and stay in one place all year.

I hope the picture inspires you to write about our migrating animals, or our migrating birds. Migrating humans? Fiction or fact, we look forward to your entry.






 


Migration

By Sharon (Sunyskys1943@aol.com)





Loudly do the geese call out
As they fly to their winter home
Talk of what geese talk about
During their travel and they roam


Each year they winter in south
And sometimes way off to the west
Chatting through bird beaks not mouth
Heading to warm places the best


Over homes of strange people
Laughing as all gawk from below
flying over tall church steeple
Flapping their beaks as they go


They never seem to need a map
Stopping on lakes on the way
A long journey needs a good nap
I wonder what they do say


Watch out for rifles which kill
Mankind can sometimes be so cruel
Others put food out to fill
Realizing it is much too cool


A pond here and there to land
And rest when they need so to rest
Further along is warm sand
The journey is one long rough test


Sometimes these birds get even
With men who fire rifles at will
Hey guys there's that man Steven
Drop poop on his head when he's still









 


Migration

By Joy (JOY3032@aol.com)





We see them gathering everywhere
With their cackling conversations
The flapping of wings and strutting about
With all of the goose family relations


Hundreds are gathered just yards from here
They fly out in strict formation
Then turn about and come right back
Maybe for their final examination?


The seasoned males herd the youngsters
Cackling their important flying orders
Soon they will take to the wide blue sky
Pay attention to the formation borders


Soon they waddle from side to side
As they get ready to make their migration
Awkward on land, but balletic in air
They make departure a visual sensation









 


Migration

By Amy (Fabulousfilly@aol.com)





the birds fly south in the winter, north in the spring
the fog rolls in,rain it usually brings
the house is so desolate, through the fog
please please dont get caugt in a bog.









 


Migration

By susi (Texaswishr@aol.com)





I just love the word "migration"
Conjures up a winter vacation
How I wish I could pick up and go
and get away from the cold and snow


But my job I cannot shirk
I must stay here and each day work
For one week each winter I run away
Down to Florida's beach I stay


I love the sunshine and the sand
I love sunbathing and getting tanned
For one whole week I'm in total bliss
How great t'woud be to spend the winter like this


I think of migrating as for the birds
A whole winter where it's warm, just words
Maybe one of these days I can afford to go
And get away from the cold and snow







 


Migration

By Mikey (Norma1223@aol.com)





LOOKING FORWARD
TO MY MIGRATION TIME
HEADING SOUTHWARD
TO MUCH WARMER CLIMES


SPENDING CHRISTMAS
WITH MY FAMILY THIS YEAR
SENDING WARM WISHES
TO MY FRIENDS UP HERE


HOPE YOUR WINTER
IS MILD THIS YEAR
WHILE I SURRENDER
TO RAYS OF SUN DOWN THERE







 


Migration

By Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)





"Jose,,,I think we're lost! This looks too chilly for Miami." Juan flapped his wings and honked pitifully.

"Miami! Who told you we were going to Miami? Was it Conchita? I bet it was because she never gets anything right. It's way too crowded there this time of year, A whole bunch of what they call "Snowbirds" is in Miami. You can't even get a spot on a puddle down there."

Juan almost came to a complete halt in mid-air.."Where are we going Jose? I was looking forward to a little sunshine and warmth, This looks like Minnesota."

Jose circled a bit and honked. "Hey Cabron...just look picturesque. Let's catch up to those guys in front and see if we can't find a few others to make that snazzy 'V' formation."

Lars and Eric looked up and saw the geese flying overhead. They frowned. They were both thoroughly sick of roasted geese. They wanted to catch a few ducks flying overhead but there seemed to be very few. The ducks were sadly outnumbered.

The pheasants were making a killing on opening bed and breakfast inns catering to the ducks.






 


See You Later

By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)





We’re grateful for the seeds
You threw out on summer days,
But now we must leave you,
To your own cold.


Instinct bids us go to
Fly to warmer climes,
We will remember you as kind,
As we leave your cold behind.


Silently, no not quite,
We cackle through the air,
We go to join our gaggle,
See you later when it’s fair







 


Migration

By Brier (Brierhillbarbara@aol.com)





See the skies
As they fly
Flying to winter quarters.


No hurry
Time is on their side
Flying peacefully without luggage.


Soon they will settle down for winter
And just a season they will return.
Peacefully slowly.


Soon the skies will be full of birds
Making their journey
They seem to always be going somewhere.







 


Migration

By Jeanie (Mingo184@aol.com)





THE MIGRATION OF BIRDS ARE FLYING ABOVE
MIGRATION OF GEESE AND NOT ONE DOVE
FLYING SOUTH TO THEIR WINTER PLACE
HEADING BEFORE THE SNOW COMES THEY RACE


THEIR HONKING IS HEARD FOR ALL BELOW
AND HEADS LOOK UP TO WATCH THEM GO
THEIR COLORS ARE AWESOME AND TRUE
SILOUETTED BY THE SKY OF BLUE


THEIR MIGRATION IS A SIGN OF CHANGE OF SEASON
SO FLYING SOUTH GIVES THEM REASON
BUT THEY'LL BE BACK IN THE SPRING
HONKING AGAIN AND ON THE WING.







 


Nature's Perfect Rhyme

By Mary (MusingByMary@aol.com)





I hear that special sound
voices blend and sing . . .
upward into the sky
my eyes glimpse geese awing ~


"Winter's here, fly South",
each joins in celebration . . .
wondrous journey started
"Fly strong it is migration"! ~


Beautiful and stunning
through snowflakes, rain and sleet . . .
appear they in magnificence
regal as they retreat ~


From winter's soon arrival
must find a warmer clime . . .
traveling through the elements
another place and time ~


Brotherhood of fowl
our feathered friends so fair . . .
protecting one another
stalwartly facing the icy air ~


Spectacular this miracle
God whispering, "Go now" . . .
Then share they such a symphony
to know just when ~ where ~how ~


Ahhh, find them if you will,
thrill to the awesome view . . .
listen for Nature's Perfect Rhyme,
special gifts for you!



Mary Carter Mizrany©
November 28, 2006







 


Migration

By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)





The morning was crisp, all the leaves were gone and the large trees around the house were bare. Just stark limbs sticking up about and when it became dark they were nearly black, painting a morbid scene. It was the end of fall; winter was coming on. One last flock of Canada geese had spent the last three days on the pond in the pasture. Sam Josephs did not allow any hunting on his property and the three that had tried over the years never tried again for Sam Josephs could be a harsh and mean man if people went against him.

“Hurry up Ben, come on Ben, they are going to leave us Marilyn Canada goose said to her tag-a-long husband Ben Canada goose. Ralph, the flock leader had set the time to leave and of course Ben had to have a few more kernels of the wheat that was in the field over next to the trees on the South end of the pasture. “Hurry up Ben, hurry up. If we do not get in the echelon you will get tired before we start, and then we will never get where it is warm.” One thing about Marilyn Canada goose, she was bossy and forceful some times. However, most of the time she was a doting mate to Ben.

Marilyn looked ahead and saw the dark line of their flock in the sky. She and Ben tried to catch up. They were getting closer when all at once Ben backed off. “Splutter, splutter, cough, cough," he said. "I have to rest. My digestive system is not so right pretty good.” Ben had seen a small pond just ahead and it was covered with geese.

“No, no Ben! Keep flying. We are catching up and soon we will be in the aerodynamic slipstream where we can idle all day.”

“No, I will set down for a while then we can catch up,” Ben squawked in reply.

Marilyn looked ahead and thought the others on the small pond looked funny. “No, no Ben! No, no. They are decoys, they will start shooting at us. Climb Ben, climb!” Marilyn dove down beside her husband. “It is not safe Ben, climb, climb.”

But Ben Canada goose had his mind made up and went into a dive, settling toward the small pond.

All at once there was a puff of smoke and both Marilyn and Ben felt something hit their wings. If felt like raindrops or small pellets of hail. “Marilyn, it is raining, it is raining and there are no clouds,” Ben squawked.

“Climb Ben, climb! Those are hunters,” Marilyn squawked and she raised her head and took powerful strokes, wanting to lift her body up and up.

Ben was still going down. “See what you did Marilyn with your squawking? We will miss the pond.”

All at once there was a loud noise and a puff of smoke. “Eoy, yow, ah, that hurt, oh my tail, my tail is burning,” Ben squawked as he too tried to climb above the range of the shotguns down below.

All at once Ben Canada goose forgot about being tired for his rear was burning where the shot had hit. He flapped hard and fast, and soon caught his mate. “Come on slow poke, come on,” he squawked as he flew past Marilyn.

Did you ever see a female Canada goose with a big grin on her face? Well Marilyn Canada goose had one as she and her mate soon caught up with the flock. They joined the right echelon of the V.

Soon the whole flock was squawking and laughing as they all looked at Ben who was flying tail down. He had some additional weight.

And so until next spring when they head North Sam Josephs' home, where it is quiet and where the bare trees are stark with no geese around, they are down South enjoying warm weather.






 


MIGRATION SPEAKS OF SURVIVAL AND CHANGE

By Evelyn (Evenccw@aol.com)





In Autumn, when the colors change Nature has it’s signal for change. Like the trees, the birds stir with restlessness within their breasts. It’s their very nature, they too are looking for change. Migration, be it of animals, birds, or humans, is a word that speaks of survival and change. The honking of geese flying overhead as I awaken while on retreat in the Autumn is a call for morning meditation! On one such retreat one October a woman read, as a reflection, “The Goose Story” by an unknown author. The “Goose Story” contains a deep, abiding philosophy of life.


The Goose Story


Next Fall, when you see Geese heading South for the Winter....
flying along in a "V" formation...
you might consider what Science has discovered:
As each bird flaps its Wings,
it creates an Uplift for the bird immediately Following.
By flying in "V" formation
the whole flock adds at least 71% greater flying range,
than if each bird flew on its own.


People who share a common direction
and sense of community
can get where they are going more quickly and easily
because they are traveling
on the thrust of one another.


When a goose falls out of Formation
it suddenly feels the Drag and Resistance
of having to go it alone....
and quickly gets back into Formation
to take Advantage
of the lifting power of the bird in Front.


If We Have as Much Sense as a Goose
We Will Stay in Formation
with Those
Who Are Headed the Same Way We Are.


When the Head Goose gets tired it rotates back in the Wing...
and another goose flies Point.


It Is Sensible to Take Turns Doing Demanding Jobs
with People or with Geese Flying South


Geese honk from behind to Encourage those up Front to keep up their Speed.


What Do We Say When We Honk from Behind?


Finally....and this is important, when a goose gets sick,
or is wounded by Gunshots,
and falls out of Formation,
two other Geese fall out with that goose and follow it down
to lend Help and Protection.
They stay with the Fallen Goose until it is able to fly or until it Dies;
and only then do they launch out on their own
or with another Formation to catch up with their Group.


If We Have the Sense of a Goose
We Will Stand by Each Other like That.



Author Unknown



Some say that geese do not wait for a fallen ‘comrade.’ Many would argue that they not only lay in wait, but grieve as well. When I was eight years old, one Autumn day there was a flock of mallard ducks hanging around the spring in the pasture where the cows watered. Puzzled about the ducks, Daddy discovered that one of them was wounded. He took the bird in, cared for it and bandaged the festered leg with drawing salve. After a few days the duck’s leg was better. In the meantime, we noticed that the flock of ducks never left the pasture. Before long, the injured bird stood up, preened and fluffed itself, then spread its wings and joined the flock in the pasture. A few minutes later Daddy called, “Look, look, they’re flying away.” They had waited for their wounded comrade. Daddy noticed that they let him fly at the end of the formation in the position of least resistance!


My next story is of human migration to the beach in the summer. One summer our family was caravanning for a three-week vacation on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. A veritable gaggle of geese, we never lost sight of each other! Then the car in which my husband and I were driving broke down just two hours from our destination. My daughter and her husband and the children circled back and joined us at the repair shop in a nearby city. We insisted that they go ahead. My son-in-law would have none of it. “We’re in this together” he said, and we all “stuck it out” until the repair was complete. We arrived at our destination after midnight, but we were all together. My son-in-law, Tom Cooney, died five years ago. He gave me a memory to cherish forever.


I am awestruck at the extraordinary ability of birds, animals and humans and their tenacity to traverse or fly vast distances. I thrill each time I watch the movie “Fly Away Home,” about a teenage girl who, with the help of her father, teaches a family of orphaned geese how to migrate. It is a story of human compassion and the meaning of “to love is to set your loved ones free.” National Geographic’s film “March of the Penguins” takes you through the life cycle of penguins, a ‘must see.’ They do their traveling on foot, always being totally dependent on each other. And in the words of the poem–

If we have as much sense as a goose we will stay in formation with those who are headed the same way we are. And we will stand by each other!






 

 

 

 



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