After a fried trout breakfast this morning, I went out to to mow the lawn.
Hadn't been on the mower 15 min when I saw the lawn covered with dark shadows moving swiftly across it.
Tho I couldn't hear a thing over the noise of the mower, I knew what I was seeing before I even looked up.
Hundreds of geese, perhaps scared off a nearby grainfield, were passing overhead in one large group, and of course I had to shut off the mower to enjoy the ruckus.
I have been counting the days and weeks all summer, waiting for the start of the first opening day bird hunt, and even tho it will only be for doves, it is a very important part of a years long tradition in my hunting group.
Perhaps that first opening day hunt means something different to each of our group, but I think we are very close to being on the same page each year, as it usually draws together all the usual suspects who seem to set everything else aside for the event.
I think I am better able to tolerate these high temps the last few days, knowing that change is coming soon now, and the mark of it will be that first hunt!
Barely over a week now.
I think I'm gonna make it!