In the Mist

Through the mist of a farmer’s field I see nothing but stubble of last year’s crop, possibly corn. The trees beyond, so beautiful in the growing season are now like skeletons dripping water droplets from sticksy arms stretched out in the damp air. It’s as if they are sending out feelers because they can’t see.112

 

But the Canada geese welcome the mist. They probably feel safer partly hidden from view by the fog. Day after day they have been feeding in this field, playing at being two-legged cows as they graze on the new shoots of grass the farmer is hoping to grow for silage.

I would like to mention that it is a misconception that Canada geese mate for life. They do mate for the duration of their partner’s life, but if one of them happens to die or be killed, they do “remarry” and have more children. Lots! So many that they are considered a nuisance in urban areas. If they did not find a new breeding partner, Canada geese would long since have gone extinct.

109Many of the Canada geese we see on Vancouver Island today are the result of a goose transplant of the Moffiti subspecies which are more predominant in flyways east of the west coast of British Columbia. In the late 1960s and early 1970s, young flightless birds were brought to the island and released in strategic locations. These transplanted birds seldom migrate and are considered resident populations, wintering and breeding in the general area of Vancouver Island.

During the fall migration of waterfowl, you will also see other varieties of Canada geese stopping to feed in the Comox Valley, and if you look closely, you will see the subtle differences in coloration and size. Often the smaller varieties have a higher-pitched call than the larger, local residents.

And, once again, I would like to stress, that migrant or not, none of them have passports, since they have no nationality and are not called “Canadian geese.” They are “Canada geese.” No passport required.

28 thoughts on “In the Mist

    • Oh no! Brrrrr. Our snow is now starting to melt with temperatures just above freezing, but that’s not to say that it won’t get cold again before it’s time to start thinking of turning over a sod. So I guess we can relax a bit longer.

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  1. I love the beautiful colours of the Canada Geese. Right now the marshes,
    parks and school playgrounds are all full of Snow Geese. I see them every day on
    my walk around Garry Point Park in Richmond.

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    • We don’t get many snow geese staying on the island, but I once saw a flock of them flying over my house and the sun peeked out between clouds and was shining on them. I remember them looking so clean and shining white with the black wingtips accenting each one. Beautiful sight.

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  2. Only a true writer would write such a beautiful sentence as this:
    The trees beyond, so beautiful in the growing season are now like skeletons dripping water droplets from sticksy arms stretched out in the damp air.
    Lovely post and photos. 🙂

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  3. They are considered a nuisance here, too. My mom’s neighborhood has geese poop everywhere. Where I live, if I walk the dog to the south, I have to avoid stepping in it myself. I usually go in one of the other directions, but we like to take different routes and once in a while go that way.

    Isn’t cool how photographs can make mundane things look magical? Nice photos.

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    • They are considered a nuisance in many places here too. But the ironic thing is, that we have soup kitchens to feed hungry people, and yet they are against hunting. So the people who want to get rid of the geese (from the parks and golf courses) have a program where they addle the eggs of nesting geese to bring down the numbers. Why not allow some geese to be shot and feed the people? But no, they would rather have their Chicken McNuggets (I guess no chickens were harmed in the production of this wonder food).

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  4. Lovely opening paragraph- “The trees beyond, so beautiful in the growing season are now like skeletons dripping water droplets from sticksy arms stretched out in the damp air.” Witty post.

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