May 30, 2007

  • Along the Chattahoochee

    The river is high and the water is moving swiftly.  The mist is just beginning to rise off the water.  No geese sleeping on the picnic tables this year.    

    My goose friend with the broken wing and beak is still here from last year.    She’s a survivor. 

     

    A gaggle of geese, there must be at least 100, are swimming their way up the river in single file.  They are following the river bank very closely and I could almost touch them but better not.  They move like an army with geese throughout the line quacking orders.  I watch as one goose gets up on the river bank and quacks while a good dozen fellow geese swim by.  Then he hops back into line with the rest.

     

    It isn’t quite 7 am and already people are here – fishermen, joggers, watchers.  Bikers are out on the road.  A couple who were fishing when I arrived is just now leaving. 

     

    I watched a very large dog pull his female owner down the walkway.   There is a young couple kissing over by the cars oblivious to the rest of the world around them.   Well, finally, a sculler is on the river.    The sun will soon burn the mist off this morning and other scullers will be out. 

     

    The area is so trashed.  There are six garbage cans that I can see and for some reason people didn’t use them last night.  I guess it is just so much easier to drop our garbage wherever.  Thank goodness Nature works around us.

     

    I sit here writing and reading and relaxing amongst nature.  Only 2 more hours to go before someone comes to help set up for the picnic today.  Hope they come early because there have been several people here already wanting me to give up this spot.