Symphony at Sunset

Tuesday we met the realtors at our lake property. After they left, I had a few things to finish up, so my husband and Little Bit left for home before I did. 

When my chores were done, I went down to the lake to catch the last rays of the day. 

As soon as I got out of my truck, I heard some movement in the water, followed by “someone” clearly giving me a piece of  their mind. 

Geese. 

Evidently, they weren’t in the mood for company, which is fine. I mean, who could blame them? It’s so quietly beautiful down there.  

They were probably pretty happy with me. I didn’t hang around very long. In fact, I only stayed long enough to hear their symphony at sunset. 

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34 thoughts on “Symphony at Sunset

    • Hi. Thank you so much. I haven’t written anything in almost 2 weeks. Getting the cabin ready to sell was a ton of work. I love what you said about a peaceful life. What a great description. I’ve never thought of it that way. Compared to some, we definitely do. Nature is part of our every-days. Thanks for your kind remarks. :)

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  1. LOVED the video. I’m scared silly of Geese and the the little b*ggers know it too. They make a full steam ahead run to wherever I am and honk honk honk around me. They’re laughing at me. I can hear it. No one else can hear them laughing, they can just hear geese. But I KNOW they’re laughing at me. I’m no fool.

    But … I think they’re just beautiful creatures, and adore the noise they make. It kind of brings a smile to my heart.

    Beautiful post Jessica. Thank you so much for the share.
    Sending squidges ~ Cobs. x

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