Here is the lone goose of Lake Newport this spring. I don't know his origins or why he is still here. From about November through the first week of March, the lake was the home to a flock of Canadian geese. They squawked all day and through the night. At least once a day, they flew from the lake to the soccer fields on the side of where I live, where they ate their meals. The trip often took them over where I live, and sometimes if they flew close and low enough, you could hear the soft whish of their wings.
It seemed like a large flock of up to five or six families. When they went from one place to another, they did not all take off as one big flock though. They took off in squadrons, one after another. In the back of a group, one goose would start flapping his wings and honking loudly and then lift himself up into the air and fly off. The rest of his squadron would follow suit, and in a flash up to 20 geese would be in the air. Then after a few minutes the next squadron would go in the same way. One after another until the lake was emptied.
I loved watching them land back in the water, as they swooped down gracefully but strongly, into the water, making a beautiful splash of water to their sides.
Then one day, as the weather was warming, they were gone. A few remained. Now there seems to be only one.