When do ducks and geese finally leave the frigid northeast and get to warmer climes? I thought by now they would all be long gone. Yet as I drive by that puzzling field on Buffalo Road, I see a flock of geese huddled in the lower eastern corner, the one usually filled with slush and water. I make a mental note to look into migratory habits of geese.
Surprise, smack dab in the center of the same field, I see the large flock of turkeys that appears from time to time. Sharing the same space, not interacting mind you, just taking care of their own business, gobbling away at invisible bugs and grubs, gingerly picking their way over mounds of snow and clumps of corn stalks.
And at the western side of the field, I find a small flock of guinea hens, big and black and stationary, their backs to the wind. Not bothering the turkeys or the geese, hunkering down, staying out of the weather as much as possible.
A microcosm of America. Little groups huddled about taking care of their business, trying to stay out of each other's way while holding body and soul together. Peaceful co-existence. Hum.
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