It's always a welcoming sight around November when the cold arctic air has arrived and the distinctive markings of the Snowgeese are in the distance. I enjoy watching them at the mudflats, estuaries and where land meets sea. They're feeding and resting before their long migratory flight. These beautiful white and black geese with that throaty honk sound each one makes. And in a week or so not a trace of one of them left. But next year for me and others without fail they are back with their young: such a warm and familiar sight.
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