When you leave our house in the spring, you have to watch for slow traffic. Slow, cheeping, fuzzy traffic. The geese population on the pond down the hill is burgeoning, and early evening must be "all swim" time, for we encountered three families of geese jumping in for a dip.
We love watching the parents getting those babies across the road. It is serious business, and heaven help the family van that is tempted to rush or frighten the offspring.
The evening light on the pond, the long shadows and blue glow, the ripples made from goose after goose slipping in for an hour of evening exercise before bed...it is all part of the beauty of life down the hill.