Determined, high-soaring and the ultimate team players are what Rupa, Sanatam and I heard and witnessed from the Canada Geese up above. On that evening trail, when the sun was to bid farewell ’til the next dawn, without exaggeration, we saw thousands. But surprising to us was the compass we used which revealed they were going into the northerly direction when it’s time to go where it’s warmer.
Also interesting was that the birds’ configurations in flight weren’t prefect V shapes. Some flocks were looking more like forming a check mark and less like an arrow tip.
The curious minds that we upheld during the time of their honking caused us to question, “Do they only fly during the day?” because it was getting dark while on the trail between Embrun and Russell. The answer to that question is, “They fly both in day and night,” as Google will tell.
I thought, “Well, this is just remarkable! They are resilient.”
For the three of us, we felt as if we tapped into magical moments while standing under the moving masters of the air. In fact the whole day was like a fairy tale to me. From Toronto to Ottawa and then to Embrun, in that collective six hours, I spent time with Rupa, Sanatan and Shankar—who runs Govinda’s eatery—then K. Dulal, Mandala and a host of kids from the Montessori School, who are all like a band of angels.
I was in heaven even though it was perhaps the first real day of winter—or so it felt—as we walked on that evening trail beneath the flying feathered friends.
May the Source be with you!