When I was a little boy and walked, barefoot, to the store for my mother; my bare feet were tender and I had to pick and choose my steps wisely or I found myself stepping on a larger stone and it always hurt enough to make me draw that foot up and hop around on the other foot until I got back on the patch of grass where it was smooth and comfortable to step. Then I had to repeat the whole choosing process coming back home carrying a stick of butter (1/4th pound) or a quart of milk. I had that load to balance with picking my steps carefully.
It was a kind of migration. I think the birds go through a routine like this until they have made the round trip a couple of times. They learn by doing, like I did. And in those days, while I was tip-toeing my way to or from the grocery store I would sometimes hear a flight of Canadian Geese going south or coming back home up north. I love those honk sounds and to this day am disappointed that the Canadian Geese have taken up residence around these parts and are here all year long. The reason is that our building laws stipulate that, if you are a housing developer, you have to provide lakes or ponds with ever-so-many new houses you build. And these are not just mud holes but real ponds of water complete with cattails and storks and egrets. And the Canadian Geese love them and so they stay here year round and no longer have to migrate. It would be like me having my own grocery store or mom would buy me new shoes to fit my ever-growing feet.
Photography with Canon EOS Digital Rebel with 70-200mm zoom lens.
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