An Intruder

These are Canadian Geese in their field. Each evening they line up and wait an hour or so until the exact moment the sun sets, then the leader gives the signal and they take off, honking encouragement to each other.

But someone else shares this field, too. The remote controlled glider group, of which Phil is a member. And this evening Phil has come to fly his plane.

Well, of course this really upsets the geese, resulting in a premature flight that is hurried and flustered.

                            Can you see Phil's plane that I highlighted, it is right behind the poor geese...

                              I watched as they flew into the blue mountains...

                And finally formed a hurried V, honking all the while. Sorry to take over your field, buddies!

A flock of geese leave their lake and take wing, turning to poems in the sky.  ~Dr. SunWolf

“Was it through your know-how that the hawk learned to fly, soaring effortlessly on thermal updrafts? Did you command the eagle’s flight, and teach her to build her nest in the heights, Perfectly at home on the high cliff face, invulnerable on pinnacle and crag?”

Job 39