You have to look close and click on this to enlarge to be able to see the flocks of geese flying through.
One of the young does. I call this one Milly.
The sky after jets left their streams in the sky at sunset. Those are not clouds. They are jet trails. I still wonder what they are up to sometimes.
This guy is still here and doing very well. He's a lot more friendlier now.
The young girls. Milly and Tilly.