Fishing yesterday afternoon seemed like it would be bleak at best. The air temperature was fifty one when I launched and there was drizzle once in a while, luckily there was little wind. The wildlife (and fish) more than made up for it though. As I passed up the river to Round Pond I came to a goose with a bunch of goslings. The goose gave me the broken wing act right off with lots of noise and show. I tried to explain that I had no interest in her goslings but it was no use.
I know it seems hard to believe. Like you I think of charging wild animals of something out of Africa or perhaps the far north. The sort of on the edge of adventure that not even rural living provides. Yet last Thursday afternoon the adventure arrived.
Each spring I write as different species of birds have arrived back from their winter vacations. A few hawks first, then the turkey vultures. Ducks and geese follow the retreating ice and woodcock arrive soon after. The bluebirds have arrived and we are waiting for the last and most colorful wave the warblers.
