Unlike we humans in this year 2020, our fine-feathered friends, a/k/a Canada Geese, are free to congregate, break bread … er, graze, just as much as they want. They don’t follow any social distancing guidelines, and, if they decide to cross the road for better-tasting grass or clearer canal water … well, they are going to do it and take their sweet ol’ time doing so.
I took this trek on Halloween morning. It was one of several parks I went to that day, all the while enjoying exquisite weather. Elizabeth Park is one of my favorite venues to visit and it turned out that orange and black, the colors we often associate with the spooky Halloween holiday, were in abundance. Just have a look at the beautiful orange leaves and in this photo, the Canada Goose, with its sleek black head peering at me, looks like a periscope in a sea of dry and crackly leaves.
I was at Elizabeth Park about 90 minutes and got a few pictures as I walked around.
As I made my way back to the car, from my vantage point on the perimeter road, I saw at least 80+ Canada Geese congregating and grazing near the canal area. I wish I could have made a panoramic photo for you to see, but they likely would have looked like black dots on a sea of still-green grass. I had heard a lot of honking overhead as I walked around Elizabeth Park, but did not realize they were all headed for the same spot. I didn’t even see a single goose in the canal, just on the grass. These photos show just a few of the bunch.
One of the geese evidently appointed itself “The Leader” …
… and “The Leader” proceeded to rally the troops up the hill.
Follow me where I go …
This is how it looked as they played “Follow the Leader” and got in line, single file …
… and believe me, I was not the only person who took a gander at those geese and thought “oh-oh, I’m in for a long wait to get out of here!”
Elizabeth Park is actually an island and the one and only road that encircles the park is one way and the speed limit is 15 mph, in order to beware of humans as well as geese which often cross the road, (usually one or two at a time, not en masse like this). There was a steady stream of geese waddling across. This is just a few of them crossing shot from different angles.
I had to laugh when soon a long line of vehicles, with drivers wearing exasperated looks, a few wringing their hands, were waiting for the geese to waddle across. People know not to go around them, nor honk their horn either. Patience is a virtue sometimes.
I walked between a few of the geese, got into my car and soon found myself at the tail end of the queue. The wait was not all that long – perhaps 15 minutes, then the coast was clear. Everyone hurried and put the pedal to the metal before the geese all decided to cross the road a second time back to where they came from!
I resisted the urge to call out ” mercy sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy!” (I know I lost most of you on that reference to “Convoy” the CB song by C.W. McCall, circa 1975).