Deep Thoughts About Geese

This weekend, I was able to spend a lazy Saturday morning laying in bed with the window open. (Side note:  In MARCH!!!  MARCH in North Dakota is usually reserved for the SO SICK OF WINTER attitude, but this year, THANK-YOU, God, I needed this!!)  I wasn’t sleeping because the geese flying back home for the summer were really quite impressive with all their honking.

My mind wandered to the importance of migration.  This winter, a few geese stayed put.  We saw them walking on the river and picking a farm field for seeds.  So maybe they knew it was going to be the best winter ever.  Maybe they knew they didn’t need to waste all their energy flying down there.  They were like Noah, all the other geese scoffed at them while they told them God has spoken to them and told them to stay in North Dakota for the winter.  Who knows.

"Giant Canada Geese" by Danny Brown


How do geese determine who flies in which flock?  Are the first geese to leave in the fall the same ones that are first back – like the over achieving, Type-A’s of the human race?  The kind who plan and pack for a month before scheduled take off day.  Do these geese pace back and forth the days leading up to the trip, with so much nervous energy that they can’t sleep?  I am married to that man.

Do the last geese to leave procrastinate?  Or do they just love being here so much that they hang on to every minute of “North Dakota/Minnesota Nice” that they can?  Do they love our air quality and genuine people?  (Minus the geese hunting crowd.)  Or are those last groups out also the last ones back because they are more lazy and just wait till the last minute to get stuff done?  We all know that crowd.  I am in that “whatever will be will be” crowd most of the time.  We will all get there – chill. 

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Do the same groups fly together each year or some years, do some flip a coin, or draw straws or maybe they line up and captains pick teams. 

So also, some of those flocks flying in, honking in delight when they saw we didn’t have sandbags all over our towns this year, seemed to be flying way lower.  Who determines altitude?  The front goose?  What if he/she is dumb or drunk or something?  A couple times, I was thinking, “Watch out for the tall houses next to me – Don’t crash!!”  And then sometimes, the flock will be so high, they look like dots, but somehow we can still hear them.  Weird.

Migrating Geese at Linum (near Berlin) Germany, photo by Pawel Kopczynski


Yup, these are the things I think about at 8:00 AM on a Saturday…


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Lisa A
    Mar 26, 2012 @ 21:42:17

    I can’t wait to hear what you think about the dog next door (to the East of you) barking at 7AM on Saturday morning!!


    • debpieper
      Mar 27, 2012 @ 07:31:32

      well, I kinda understand that a dog will bark and there isn’t a whole lot you can do about it, but at 7 AM, keep it inside…


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