I know, it’s not winter yet, but it feels like it today.
The wind is blowing, scattered showers, and dark skies.
Leaves are falling, some leaves have already fallen, gynkos are in the midst of leaf drop.
As I walk my red golden retriever, Tawny, around the park in an effort to stop sitting around, we hear frogs and geese.
Frogs are loud though they are small and my dog is confused, especially in the backyard. to bark or not to bark?
I think they take turns. Frogs then geese and then frogs again.
Geese fly over the house in their gaggling style, each encouraging the other; each calling out their position in the Vee, as they fly from Ankeny Wildlife Refuge in the west to Findlay Wildlife Refuge in the south and Basket Slough Wildlife Refuge in the north. Grass, new, fresh, and succulent is everywhere. Scaregooses do little to prevent their settling into a field and gobbling grass.
There are twenty little birds in the dying birch in my backyard, waiting for me to go back inside so they can feed at the bird feeder uninterrupted. Their songs are sweet and cheerful, finches and juncos mostly.
Little tree frogs croak to attract females and discourage males, yes?
But do they sing to each other, geese and frogs?
Is there something the frog wants to say to the geese flying overhead?
What would a goose tell the frog on the ground, safe in my backyard?
“Winter is coming!”
The frog tells the geese to get out of the sky and find a safe warm place to be for the winter. The goose says, “You need to get out more often.”
The goose tells the frog that there is lots to eat in the field next door, but frogs are not interested in grass, fresh or no.
Many other conversations go on in my backyard and in the park across the street, but I don’t have access to them.
But I hear the message that winter is coming, and go inside and wonder
If there will be snow this winter?
My dog says, “What is snow?”
– Small town boy