Summer is pretty much gone here. You can see that the trees and grass in the fields are tired. Gone is that crisp, vibrant green of spring.
I pass this field in Charlemont often. It’s along Route 2 coming into town from Rowe. This morning the air was thick and it was raining . . . and the goose was in the field. I did two separate u-turns to get to the right spot and stood in the rain in front of my car hoping nothing huge would come rumbling down the road to splash water in my direction. You do what you have to do to get the shot.
Last spring, as all of the Canadian geese were strolling out the new offspring I saw this goose in this field surrounded by a large flock of Canadian geese. It was odd, and still is. It has been in this field quite often throughout the summer. It has conjured up all kinds of scenarios about why it’s there but now there are just questions like where did it come from? Does it belong to someone? Why hasn’t some fox eaten it yet? Is it lonely?
Now I’m starting to worry about where it will be this winter, it doesn’t seem to have any friends to tell it to fly south. Maybe someone needs to round it up although I will miss seeing it brighten up a field on an otherwise gloomy day.