My favorite time of the year.
The crisp, cool night air.
The crunch of warm-hued leaves under my feet.
The honking of the Canada Geese as they fly low overhead. So close, I can hear the "flup, flup, flup" of their wings as they gather into huge V-shaped convoys.
Hundreds of the majestic birds take to the skies from the lake across the street from our home, covering the sky during their dawn and dusk pilgrimages.
It's beautiful. Breathtaking.
Breathtaking? Yup. THIS sure took my breath away:
"Damn you stinking birds!" I yelled to the sky, shaking my fist at the noisy flock above.
Then I asked myself why the hell I was facing skyward, mouth open, a perfect target if there ever was one.
Coming quickly to my senses, I went inside for some paper towels, a plastic bag
and an umbrella.
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