We're entering the time of year when I have to learn again to appreciate the beauty of dark skeletal branches against a gray sky . . . the orderly confusion of an abandoned nest . . .
And to wonder about this all white addition to the Canada Goose flock by the river. He or she has been with them for a month or more -- seemingly accepted as a part of the group. Has the interloper found a mate? I can't tell. But I wonder what the others make of it.
In the past, the geese have stayed there all winter. I hope they continue to do so because I suspect this domestic bird wouldn't be capable of flying long distances.
It's almost a Little Mermaid in reverse story.
The skies here are grey and ominous. The white stuff is on its way. That 'interloper' would blend nicely over here, right now.
The photos are beautiful - I especially like the first and last one.
I hope the geese stay; I agree, I don't think the white one would be able to keep up with them.
Thank you for your perfect translation of my last Haïku.
Beautiful photos full of melancholy
By chance, while you spoke of "the little Mermaid, Cergie published a post about "the ugly Duckling"
Rather strange, isn'it?
as martin said, your 'snow'goose would fit in here perfectly. The world is white and it is the coloured ducks which stick out.
its been greay here for days...we got pounded overnight with rain and wind...popped at the screen door off the hinges...neat about the little bird...
I rather love the greyness and the silhouettes that come with the loss of foliage and gentle light. Such a beautiful shot the first one Vicki....enjoy the geese while you can....xv
Each season brings its own flavour of beauty. Lovely photos.
I do hope the geese stay and keep the white one safe.
I've always loved 'naked' trees; even as a child, I drew all my trees without the leaves that, while gorgeous, hide the fascinating twists and curves of the underlying structure. Beautiful captures, Vicki. And I'm so happy that the white duck/goose found a home, however long it may be, with the Canadian geese; we all need to feel like we fit in even if we don't 'match'... Lovely.
Oh my ... Nils Holgersson has come to North Carolina? ;)
(Quick explanation for those not lucky enough to have grown up with Selma Lagerlof's classic Swedish children's tale: Nils, a 14-year old farmer's son, is shrunk to miniature size by the farm's tomte -- usual English translation is "elf"; it's a protective entity -- for his cruel behaviour; when he tries to prevent the family's white gander from flying off with the wild geese, he ends up coming along, instead. The book is available in print and online:
Truly wonderful story.)
And those are truly wonderful photographs! :)
Yes he does look a little odd beside the others doesn't he. Now I'm going to want a regular update on how he's getting on, please?
Lovely pictures. I like dark trees against a grey sky.
Awwww, little goosie! I hope that you're ok through the long winter to come. If the Canada geese go, you stay where you will be fed, please!
Ours is a mono world today - there's beauty in it for sure (even when it's hard to stand upright on the ice for long enough to appreciate it!)
Vicki -- beautiful nest photo. I see so many of the nests now that the leaves are off the trees. One of my big maples in the front of my house now reveals the nest of a pair of Baltimore Orioles. They nest at the end of a long drooping branch high in the tree, facing a south westerly direction every year. I catch only a few glances of them during their nesting season. The first year I was here a big windstorm blew their nest down during the winter and I was the delighted receiver of it for my nest collection. I am careful not to remove nests from trees only if they are blown out by the wind -- or the pair does not return to use it the next year. -- barbara
This time of year has its own beauty, doesn't it? The monochromatic world seems at rest. I like it, once I get over the fact that summer's really gone. I love that photo of the tree.
Oh a real ugly duckling story. I wonder will he be left alone. I hope a beautiful flock of white ducks fly in to tell him he is a fine duck indeed.
I think I love a mellow gray day even more than a blue one.
Love the Canada Geese. They provide real entertainment when I walk and watch them herd the golfers who for some reason think they have right of way around the golf course ponds.
And I look forward to their conversations as they fly the river behind our house.
I'll be keeping an eye on the white goose/gander. In the past there've been Canada geese around all winter so he/she shouldn't be lonely.
Good example of blog synchronicity, Miss Yves!
Snow Goose -- that reminds me of the Paul Gallico novel which I loved. Have you read it, Friko?
Mario -- thanks for the link! You've just explained to me the meaning of a Scandinavian Christmas ornament someone gave me years ago -- a little boy riding on a flying goose! I look forward to reading the whole story.
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