Back again, with another picture of the Snow Geese. This group was not in a drafting V-formation, rather flying wingtip-to-wingtip, reminding me a little of the Blue Angels. Or of the Carpet-Bombing operations carried out by the British during WWII.
But I don't really want to compare these magnificent birds to airplanes. I feel more like waxing poetic! When I saw the birds I felt that I was witnessing something great happening before my very eyes. A majestic spectacle, an other-worldly, unstoppable natural phenomenon.
How do the geese decide what they're going to do and where they are heading? Who's in charge here?
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