A couple of weeks ago, our Chino Valley kids called to tell us there were over a hundred wild geese grazing on a field near their house. The next morning, we rose before dawn hoping see them before they left. I clutched my camera, dreaming of an award winning photo of the valiant birds, wings beating, lifting against a rose tinted sunrise, perhaps circling above us in farewell before winging their way Northward in a classic V formation...
Before dawn on Saturday morning we drove to Chino, and although my son had to work, our DIL and Granddaughters were up and ready to go watch the wild geese with us. We sat in the car with the windows rolled down, huddled together for warmth, sipping coffee and hot chocolate from our travel mugs. We had arrived plenty early, so we had a little wait. Roo, who had seen the geese just at twilight the night before gave whispered instructions as to the best places to watch and then we waited, squinting at the field as the dark made it's infinitesimal progress into light... and, wouldn't you know......we could finally see.. that the geese had flown!
We decided to make the most of it so, after a lovely fat, sodium, carb, and sugar filled breakfast with our fellow goose chasers, we drove North to Sullivan Lake. No good news there, for sure. There's a just little puddle. But we did get some lovely photos of some low flying clouds that made this Chino Valley hill look like a mysterious mountain.......
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no effort is ever truly wasted.....is it?
