The best thing that happened today was that I was outside when a flock of 52 Canada Geese flew overhead on their migration north. Before I could see them I heard them calling "spring's here, spring's here!" before they flew over the hill into sight. We are very lucky to be directly in their flight path as they head up the Bay of Fundy. There's something so wild and timeless and predictable about the return of the geese, I feel the same excitement each year as they pass over heralding the seasons change, and the same sadness each fall as they fly over the house hurrying south before the snows. It always amazes me how such heavy birds can stay aloft for so long , for so many miles.
In contrast I watched a bald eagle in Saint John today, effortlessly circling the sky with nary a wing flap, masterfully riding the air currents. A beautiful sighting in an ugly city. A blessed day indeed.
