Sunday, December 27, 2009

Party Hardy


"Tis the season to be jolly," and these guys make sure that there is a party every single night in my neck of the woods.  They fly in with the setting sun filling the skies with laughter and 'quackling'.  They are a rowdy crowd full of high energy and impossible to ignore.   "Let's get this happy hour going," they say as their feet slap the surface of the water and they skid to a stop just breaking the landing speed limit that has been set for this end of the river.  There must be no landing rules in Canada from whence they came.




Each group gathers in little pockets staking their claim to that section of the river and they begin immediately with honking noises to catch up with their nearby mates on whatever has happened elsewhere during the day.  The chatter is deafening and one wonders how anyone can hear anyone else.  Like big Italian families or large Chinese gatherings at the dinner table, they all talk at once and yet all seem to understand each other, or perhaps they are actually ignoring each other.



It doesn't take long for the guys to spot the gaggle of females on the other side of the river calmly preening their feathers into place.  The males' jokes get louder and more disgusting and the laughter carries far over the water in the formerly quiet early evening disturbing all others who have begun to snuggle in for the night.




The gals laugh just a little in the golden setting sun and undulate a little straining to meet up but also taking their time.  After all, this happy hour lasts until the wee hours of the morning.  It is often that I sit up from my bed in the dark night wondering what hilarious joke was told that so suddenly filled my bedroom with that loud honking laughter.  They do know how to have a good time but as lovely as they are, I don't really miss them when this 'spring break' comes to an end and they leave to return to their mating grounds.  I can only guess how noisy it gets there!


9 comments:

Betsy from Tennessee said...

True love---happening right in front of your nose.... Ha Ha... Cute post, Tabor!!!! And you captured some great pictures of those beauties!!!!
Hugs,
Betsy

Steve Gravano said...

What a great story. I always thought they were laughing at me and others that have to deal with the goose casing they leave on the lawns.

Dave King said...

Beautiful scenes. Thanks for that - just what was needed. Have a great New Year.

Suldog said...

I like geese quite a bit, except when they spend the night on the baseball field I'm playing on in the morning. Yuck.

One Woman's Journey said...

My neighbor across the way has a pond. When I pull out of my drive I may see a hundred of these geese. Now I know what all the noise is about. So quiet by my woods and did not realize they were having a party!!!

Hilary said...

Thanks for hosting some of our Canada geese. I know they're a rowdy lot. It's probably the higher alcohol count in our beer. ;)

Beautiful photos and fun story.

Kerry said...

The geese are noisy aren't they? And the ducks sound like they're laughing their heads off; I love it.

Jeanne said...

Your pictures are lovely, and I loved the analogy to ethnic families!

Endment said...

Thanks for a great perspective on the geese - really enjoy this post :)